Cup O Jo

I recently stumbled upon this as I was cleaning out my files on my laptop.  I wrote this a several years ago and I felt that this was the perfect time to “publish it.”

Enjoy.

CUP O JO

 

Hello.

My name is Josephine aka Jo.

 

This is one of the many columns I will be writing regarding the ebbs and flows of life in a college student’s perspective.

 

So with that, let me start by explaining myself:

Many would think that if you were ever asked to explain yourself in one word…. It would be easy.  But with me, I am easily influenced by other people.  This may be a good thing, but to me, I see it as somewhat of a bad feature.  Why?  I hate having my thoughts come from someone else’s.  I like to be original, both in appearance and state of mind.  So, by easily being influenced by others, I would like to use a word that no one else has ever used.  So, with that in mind, this one word would be: curly.

 

Quite frankly, it does not make sense does it?  But I swear, if you allow me to define it for you, you would understand. 

 

Being curly does not only stand for my hair.  It’s different from any other curly-haired person and that’s what I like about it.  Sure I get into fights with it, and I sometimes wish I had straight hair so I could be like every other normal girl in the world (no offense to straight-haired girls…I truly envy your hair). But I have learned to accept the fact that yes; my hair is strange and different…all the more reason to love it. 

 

I really cannot pick any other word.  Most girls would say that they are, shy, outgoing, loud, spontaneous, but I am all of those things at some time or another.  So it really wouldn’t serve any justice to me and to the word.  So by saying that I am curly would mean I am a ton of different things tangled up together that eventually frizz out to make up me.

 

So anyways back to the curliness of myself and my hair.  Now, trying to accept my hair has been a lifelong battle.  And what really irritates me the most is when I get it blown-dried straight for reasons such as: I got my hair cut or I got it relaxed.  People say; “I love your hair like that,” or “you look so pretty!”  Yes, of course, comments are all very flattering, but what I REALLY DISLIKE is when people say, “You should keep your hair like that,” or “I like it better straight.”  Okay, first of all thank you for totally killing my self-esteem there.  So what, now I look ugly with curly hair?  Does curly hair not satisfy society’s view on beauty or standards?  Ugh, those people just give me the more reason to have my hair curlier and frizzier!!

 

Now, allow me to go in depth of my personality:

 I love peace and quiet, but sometimes I crave for chaos.  Chaos gives a reason to want peace and peace gives you a reason to want chaos.  Equally they are the same, and you cannot live without one or the other.

 

I love the past and hate the future…for it holds change, and that is something I hate.  But, then you find that you adapt to that change for that becomes the past, and you begin to hate what comes next, the future.  I love order and without it my day is thrown off, and I normally keep to the same and avoid change. 

 

I like to people watch.  I don’t consider it stalking, but merely being a close observer.  One of my many wishes would be if I could be invisible.  I would love to hear what other people are saying when I’m not around, and to have the freedom to stare into their lives without them getting all territorial.   I love seeing how different people act, what they are wearing and so forth.  We are social people, we tend to react and act by observing others.

 

I love flamingos.  I’ve loved them ever since I was in 2^nd grade, when I had to write a story about them.  I had to write a story explaining why they were pink.  I said that flamingos use to be white and it got made fun of a lot because it lacked color, a personality.  So one day while it was drinking from the nearby watering hole, a fish bit its nose, and he turned pink!! So from that day on, he was pink.  The end.

 

I love the beach.  For me, you return to it every year, and somehow it’s different.  It holds a story for every person, but it never changes in it physical form.  That same spot you swam in all last year is gone, and you’ll soon find another one and so on and so on. 

 

So with that said, I would like to end this blog. 

 

It’s nice to meet you.