We all dream of people we want to be in a relationship with. It’s a way of life and sleep. Often, these dreams are only known by the dreamer. A secret kept because it is believed that these types of dreams are a one-person experience. There’s no possible way the other person could feel the same.
But what if the person you were dreaming about actually did feel the same way? Even better, what if your “dream love” had the same dream, and experienced the same events that you did…at the same time? What if dreams of falling in love aren’t a one-way street, but instead a bridge being built between two people, them just needing to cross it to start the most beautiful love story in history? Seems farfetched, but think about it. When was the last time you told the person you were dreaming about what you were dreaming about?
I’d love to be one of the people to test this theory, if not be the first person. I’d love to lay out my dream, every detail, that causes my heart to swell even after my dream is over, and discover that I was not the only one who felt this way. I’d love to do it, but Liam Payne is so damn hard to get to nowadays.
I take your hand, leading me into the hot air balloon, terrified at the thought of my feet ever being so far from the earth. The roar of a fire is above my head, and slowly we begin to float. As everything on the ground becomes smaller, I catch a glimpse of my bravery waving goodbye to me, sitting this flight out.
It feels like hours for our balloon to stop climbing, even though it probably only took a few minutes. Looking out, I realize that for the first time, I am looking into the sky. Not looking up at it, as I usually do. That’s what my bravery must be doing, laughing that the slightest of wobbles sends me clutching onto your body for dear life.
My arms wrap around your waist, my face buries itself into your chest, and my eyes shut the tightest they’ve ever shut. I begin to regret ever setting foot into this death balloon, wishing we had just watched a movie instead. But then, the gusts of wind all around us suddenly seem to stop, and all I can feel is your breath on my hair. Your breath…so slow, steady, and calm. Quite the opposite of mine, so quick and uneven, like a child’s when watching an adult apply a bandage to a cut. I feel your chest rise against my cheek with each breath you take, and slowly, your breathing becomes my breathing. My heart also starts to calm down, and I like to imagine it’s trying to match the beat of yours.
A sway of the basket that surrounds us almost sends me into a frenzy again, about to reverse everything that had calmed me down. But then I feel your arms wrap around me, your fingers on the small of my back, grazing back and forth. Your breath, your heartbeat, your touch. I feel them all at once and suddenly, I am no longer afraid. My cheek still resting on your chest, I can’t help but smile. My eyes close yet again, only this time, it’s not out of fear. This time they close because I realize that, at this moment, I am the luckiest guy in the world. You’re mine, and I’m yours.
I don’t usually post anything too serious online, but I’m having a lot of feels right now so STFU. I just got done reading our Facebook wall-to-wall from a few years back. We so obviously had feelings for each other, we just never did anything about it. Now our relationship and what it could or couldn’t have been beyond just a friendship is going to be the biggest unanswered question of my life. And now Katy Perry’s “The One That Got Away” is playing on my computer and I’m a big ball of regret. Unless, by an odd strike of luck, life puts us in each other’s paths again and lets us figure out for sure what exactly it was between us. But let’s be real, that stuff only happens in the movies. Anyway, just wanted you to know, and to tell anyone else who has the misfortune of reading this to grow a pair and take action when something significant is so obviously in front of you instead of letting life pass you by.
To everyone who complains about MTV lacking actual music on the network: Get over it. Now, before you throw your vinyl records at me for saying such a thing, hear me out. I was born in the late 80s, so I myself enjoyed MTV when it was still more about music. I remember waking up in the morning and flipping on the channel, having various music videos play as I got dressed. I remember wondering if my votes actually counted whenever I wanted Britney Spears’ latest video to reach the #1 spot on TRL. I even remember when slightly off-topic shows like Fanatic tried to incorporate music by having crazed fans meet their favorite musical artists.
Those were some good times, I admit, but I think people wearing their tattered “I want my MTV” shirts are forgetting one thing: Times change. I may not have been alive to experience video killing the radio star, but the same principle applies. With the current state of the World Wide Web, I guess the motto for this generation could be “YouTube killed the TV star.” Founded in 2005, YouTube has grown to be so huge that the video-sharing site touts that they exceed 2 billion hits per day. With varying content including vloggers, tutorials, embarrassing moments, and animals doing obscenely cute things, lots of people turn to YouTube for the very thing people miss about MTV.
The truth is, there are people out there who upload tracks and music videos onto their YouTube accounts, knowing that tons of people will watch. Why will they watch? YouTube has the on-demand convenience that music networks like MTV and VH1 didn’t have. Nobody would argue that today’s digital generation has way more distractions than years past. With so many things one could put their attention to, on-demand music is essential and is the reason why music videos began appearing on YouTube in the first place.
Of course, with copyright laws being what they are, the record labels that produce this musical content saw an opportunity. Why let these amateurs post their content onto YouTube, when we can do it ourselves with much higher quality, and add exclusive content like interviews and live sessions? And so, the record labels began to create “official” channels for their artists, where high definition music videos and additional content could be found. With these official channels, the record labels effectively took video hits away from amateur uploaders and claimed them for their own, building revenue for themselves. With all of this happening, it was only a matter of time before people turned off MTV and turned on the Internet for music.
So, instead of getting mad at MTV for not showing music anymore, get mad at YouTube for making videos conveniently available at the click of a mouse. Or perhaps, people that want the old MTV back need to get mad at themselves, because chances are they visit YouTube to check back on their favorite music videos from the past. I guess the real solution is to stop getting music off of the Internet, so that it can get back on the television like the old days. But before planning that protest, think about who would skip an episode of Game of Thrones to watch a music video on TV. Yeah, that’s what I thought.
Hi. I’m a 23-year-old college graduate that loves working with social media, both on a recreational and professional level. I came across an article over at Inc.com with a headline that seemed like it was meant for me, except for the fact that it blatantly stated that I have no place running a company’s social media. Needless to say, I found it difficult to read this article without getting a bit angry.
As someone who is two years out of college and still hasn’t had a full-time job, I’m quite familiar with the feeling of sending out plenty of job applications, and not hearing back from a single one. So, because of the fact that this article could increase the amount of difficulty I’ll face in getting a job, I felt the need to express my thoughts on some of the points the article makes and how they are a poor representation of myself and the many people in my position.
They may be focused on their own social media activity
Yes, I have various social media accounts that I like to update daily. That doesn’t mean I don’t know when to put them away for my job. Additionally, I see a lot more older people signing up for social media accounts these days. So, because they’re older and more mature, their social media activity won’t need to be monitored as much as mine?
They may not have the same etiquette–or experience
This point argues, “You need to make sure your posts reflect your brand–and that you don’t wind up with a late-night smartphone photo landing in the wrong account.”
So my friends might get a hold of my phone or computer and accidentally post something on the company social media account. Well, if that’s the case, keep the iPads away from the babies! Because really, who knows what they can post?
“I need more experience to get a job, but nobody wants to give me any experience.”
It’s the worst Catch 22 of my generation, and this article helps fuel it. If most 23-year-olds are like me, then by the time they’re 23, they’re no longer “fresh out of college.” Most people my age, in fact, are either jobless or are working positions they are over-qualified for.
In between internships and some freelance positions, I have been working in food service for about a year and five months. In that time, I’ve learned much about marketing, customer service, crisis management, and other skills this article says I’m lacking because of my age. What are those skills, you may ask? Feel free to contact me personally, as that topic itself requires its own post.
Communication skills are critical
This is so ridiculous I don’t even know why it’s being touted as a valid point against young people. In college alone, I’ve learned to effectively communicate with different types of people. I’ve learned how to mediate a situation where two roommates are fighting. I’ve learned how to listen to someone who might be experiencing a large amount of stress or depression. I’ve learned how to split my attention to effectively guide ten incoming college students to picking out a class schedule that works for them. I’ve learned how to talk to parents who are experiencing extreme anxiety over their child going to college. I’ve learned how to talk to my university’s health center to convince them to carry a certain brand of condom with a responsible social mission.
So excuse me if I have trouble accepting the fact that I don’t know how to communicate because I’m young.
Humor is tricky business
Yes, tell that to Adam Smith, the guy who verbally abused a Chick-fil-A employee on video about the recent controversy on the company’s standpoint on gay marriage. I’m sure he thought this would be humorous to the people that would view the video. Call me crazy, but he doesn’t look that young to me.
Spoiler alert: Smith, former Vante CFO, was fired after his video went viral.
There are many other points the article tries to make, and if you want to check them out, feel free to visit the article. And while the article does make some valid points on what to look out for when hiring someone to manage social media, I think it’s absolutely absurd that these points should be limited to just young people. So if this article does indeed make it harder for me to land a job, then I hope Hollis Thomases is happy that she succeeded.
What do you think about all this? Let me know in the comments below!
So last night I was dreaming that I was just chillin with family at some sort of outdoor festival. It was dark and really cloudy, very eerie. All of a sudden, out of the clouds came these huge planes with British flags on them. In my mind I thought they looked too much like bomber planes, and was somewhat relieved when they flew out of sight, but still had an unsettled feeling in my stomach. But then they came back and I saw bombs being dropped, exactly the way they do in movies, so I just started running. I remember being worried that in my rush to run away, I separated myself from my family members I was with, and had a feeling that I would never see them again. I was then literally thrown into a war zone as I ran for my life, dodging bullets and watching people die all around me.
Not sure at what point I woke up, but needless to say, it was a very scary dream.
Ever since I went to VidCon and vlogged throughout the convention, my YouTube channel has been getting a good amount of attention. If you haven’t been watching my vlogs, then you probably don’t know that it’s now a dream of mine to go to next year’s VidCon and be approached by people who watch my videos. So, when I checked my channel a few minutes ago and saw the numbers below, I was quite pleased!
It’s mainly cool because of the video views, but I remember having less than 10 subscribers before VidCon, so to see it at 150 is awesome!
If you’d like to check out my channel (or even better, subscribe *wink*) check it out by heading to www.youtube.com/thealdywaldy.
And much thanks to those who have checked my channel already. You’re amazing!
I’ll admit, even though the whole point of social media is to blast out messages to many people at a time, there are times when someone will come up to me and say, “Hey, I saw your post on Facebook!” and I’ll be completely surprised that they noticed my post. Sometimes we post out of boredom, sometimes annoyance, and sometimes rage. Well, there is a website out there created to show people just how easy it is to see what you’re saying online.
On WeKnowWhatYoureDoing.com, you can see main topics that are social media no-nos, but people are still caught posting them anyway. The site doesn’t shy away from posting incriminating messages from actual people, either. This website might seem like an invasion of privacy, but the posts featured on this site are pulled from PUBLIC profiles.
So, moral of the story, watch what you say online, because someone is always watching.
While I appreciate that most Sundays are days off from whatever else we have going on in life, I never could fully enjoy it, knowing that Monday was mere hours away. Chelsea Fagan gives an excellent explanation on why Sunday, ultimately, is evil.
There are those who often wax poetic about the comforting easiness of Sundays. There are songs about it, poems about it, and I’m sure even a book or two about it (aside from The Bible, which clearly doesn’t emphasize the carefree fun often associated with this seventh day). And while there are those who aim to market Sunday as the cherry on top of a week-long cake, I’m not falling victim to the calendar’s clever PR team. I’m aware of how mediocre, even depressing this day is, and I can’t recall one in recent memory that wasn’t at least somewhat marred by its unfortunate position between the Day of Drinking and The First Day of Work.
First things first, how many Sundays are spent hungover? And I’m talking about the kind that, when you wake up, immediately makes you question whether or not you actually died the night before of alcohol poisoning and are in some kind of purgatory, cleansing yourself with pain before you can join the Land of the Dead. These are the states of mind we often find ourselves on Sunday mornings, and there is no buffer day between us and the work week — we are going to have to spend the entire day recovering and eating Hot Fries just to get back to a semi-functional state for the drudgery ahead. It’s not like Saturday, where if you wake up and feel kind of iffy, you can recover over the day and still enjoy a fruitful weekend evening. If you are responsible enough with your Saturday evening after you come back to full life, you can even enjoy a fulfilling brunch the next day with all of your senses intact and your wits about you.
So I was watching the pilot episode of Girls on HBO On Demand, and after liking the episode, I grabbed my phone to tell the masses how much I liked it, via Twitter. I was stumped as to why no new tweets were loading when I opened the app, and why my tweet wasn’t sending. I thought it was just a problem with my phone and decided to try again later.
Cut to an hour later, and I find out Twitter was down for everyone. There was even a trending topic on Twitter about what happens when Twitter goes down. So, here’s what people had to say about the whole debacle. Enjoy.
