Janay Ealey
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Do you think about TIME?
Have you ever confided in your parents about your worries? I tried it once. I know there are plenty of people who were my age and under who could not reveal how depressed they were and how they felt their life was over. It is not that I cannot talk about anything with my mother because she makes it clear that she is always ready to listen. In her generation, children were never allowed to have feelings.
By Janay Ealeyabout a month ago in Humans
The Story In The Melody P1
Music is not about the melody. It was the lyrics that was formed into a story. A song does not just start with an instrument but with a beginning, a middle and end. I do not pick a song because it sounds good to my ear because that is what a normal listener does.
By Janay Ealey3 months ago in Beat
Joe Goldberg and Love Quinn
You is a hit Netflix show about a man who has obsessive behaviors towards women who he does not know. Instead of getting to know them in the right way like the average person taking them on dates, he invades their privacy and gets off fantasizing about them. These behaviors are disturbing and creepy to where it does not matter what he does to have the woman that he wants. I found out about the show when I was in high school. One day, at one of our games where it was time to head back to the bus, my teammates were chattering about the second season. It was not surprising that teens were watching content that was not their age bracket. It was a spoiler alert for me because I never watched the show until later. I could not be shocked at the finale when Joe’s new obsession was revealed to have the same dangerous nature. Way to go ladies for taking that aha moment away from me! (I still love you all!) The fans could not understand why Joe was shocked to find out his obsession was just like him, but I could because he knows how much a monster that he is, and he wanted a woman that was going to change him instead of the first time when he started showing certain behaviors, that help was needed. I know that Joe and Love are like each other but that does not mean that I agree with being together. This story is not about how alike they are but how we are surrounded by Joe’s and Love’s in our lives. The show is a perfect example of how you really do not know who people are and that is why I like the show. You think you know them, but it turns out that you were wrong. I remember watching a TikTok where a user created a joke where he stands in front of the window wearing a casual outfit and they are holding a tissue, pretending to cry. “He was such a good boy...” they said. The sad music plays in the background. The user is shaking their head. “I do not why he would do this..” This joke was to make fun of the families of the serial killers in the documentaries explaining what they knew compared to what we know based on their crimes. I rolled my eyes at the comments because of how unsympathetic and ignorant people were. I understand how people are when it comes to serial killers but sometimes you need to use your brain and connect the dots. If we did not have the media and police, we would not know anything about them. Whenever someone commits a heinous crime, and those crimes are broadcasted on television for the world to see, journalists will always ask friends, neighbors, and family about what that person was like. People will perceive others differently. A, B and C could see the good side of D. E, F, G, can see the dark side of H but I could say that they knew something was off about J but did not think they were capable of the acts. K would say that they seemed normal to them. In the show, Love’s friends have no idea about her behaviors. If her crimes were revealed to the public, what do you think would be said about her? Are her friends and family members going to believe that she would ever do such a thing? In America, we have either walked past or been in the same room with a Joe Goldberg and a Love Quinn regardless of how you feel. There are your friends, classmates, coworkers, siblings. They are not just complete strangers. They can live a life just like us and not everyone will suspect a thing.
By Janay Ealey3 months ago in Psyche
Is this really happening to me right now?
I should have shut my mouth. I tried to be sanguine in a situation like this, but I could not help it. Someone needed to tell him the truth, and now I must pay the price for my words. There is no going back after this. The men start to form a circle, preventing me from running. It is like they are playing Little Sally Walker, but they are not dancing.
By Janay Ealey3 months ago in Fiction
We are comfortable in our skin
Marcus Garvey once said the black skin is not a badge of shame but rather a glorious symbol of national greatness. Ever since I had a phone, I tried to convince myself that I do not take selfies because I simply do not like them. The purpose of taking a selfie is to display a mood or expression while you are doing an activity or asked to do something. People take selfies in front of mirrors, in their bedrooms, or in their cars. You can take a selfie anywhere at any time but if ever looked at my old account which was hacked and someone stole all my photos, there were not that many selfies. I have always had this delusion that a selfie is not how you are feeling but how you look. I never liked to take a selfie because I do not like my face. My parents would always tell me that I was a pretty girl. It is not that I do not feel like I am pretty but there is something on my face that takes away from my beauty. Those dark little spots that spread across my cheeks. Do not let my profile picture fool you! Makeup is like magic for women. I use the same photos whenever I create an account for a website. Those photos are the best versions of me. I was never bullied in school for my acne because they did not notice enough to care. I must blame myself for why those dark little spots keep coming back. I drink a bottle of water whenever I can, but I would only drink it if it were nice and cold. I apply Panxoyl on my face in the morning, but I have not been consistent with the product this year. Sometimes I am afraid of using the cream because I do not want people to think that I am lightning my skin. It is different for a white person to use a product that helps with their skin problems than it is for a black person. Anytime that a black woman is using something that helps with her skin, she is accused of not loving herself. It is the same phrase: she does not want to be a black woman! When I see a video of a darker or brown skinned woman showing the before and after, some of the comments disappointed me. Black women who want to take care of their skin should not be frowned upon. It is important that we have proper skincare because our skin is the largest barrier against infections. I never knew that there were a lot of things that affected your skin other than sugary foods and drinks such as pillowcases, hard water, and your keyboard. I understand that our skin is not desired in society, and I have accepted that harsh truth but allow us to take care of ourselves without criticism. You must give us the right to self-care without judging our appearances because you feel that if something changes about ourselves, then we are insecure and do not get me wrong! I can be insecure sometimes, but it is not just about my skin. I get jealous of someone who has published their novel before me. I get jealous of those who have accomplished their writing goals. At the end, I am happy for those people, and I wish the best for them because I do not have that much hate in my heart to tear down the success of others. I want people to win in life, and I feel like people should want what is best for us.
By Janay Ealey3 months ago in Blush
The First Pet Won't Always Do
Ana Monnar once said that our pets are our family. I was the only child before my little sister was born. I could only see dogs in the streets and whenever I went over to my grandmother’s house. My father was never fond of dogs, not even animals. He could not understand why people loved animals. “They lick their a** and crap in different places,” he said, disgusted by thought of having an animal in your home. When we went inside the store and we would see a dog, he would press his lips together and roll his eyes. I laughed every time because of how he did it. “If I owned a store, the first rule would be no pets.” He and my mother have been divorced for nine years and now it is the three of us. It took my mother leaving my father for us to finally have a dog. It was not our first pet because we had a fish named Rocko. He was orange and tiny. I never cared for fish but for this reason: They are uninteresting. I have nothing against people who love fish but when they were created, they should have been given a personality or a drive. They are so dull to where you barely notice them. I remember little Rocko because he was the first pet that died. He passed away due to starvation and that was our mistake, but we are not animal abusers. We forgot all about Rocko for days, until I discovered that something was wrong. He was floating at the top and the water was not fresh. I moved in closer, and his body was ripped apart. I realized that he was gone. I was so afraid that I ran to my mother, and she had no idea that he was dead either. The water smelled so bad that she threw her head back. My little sister did not want to look in the glass, so she ran back into her room. Years have passed, and thanks to our Uncle Claudius, our second pet was the gift that kept on giving. My mother wanted a name that we could remember. I had my own name for her because I always wanted to name a pet after a Greek God which was Athena, but we settled on Bella. That day when Ms. May introduced us to her, she reminded me of an infant. She was fragile and so soft. I was worried that one wrong move and I could drop her and break her skull. In 2023, Bella is still a puppy, but it is like raising an actual child. She goes into her spells when she does not want to eat her food. She runs around the house like crazy. She sits with her paws down and stares, waiting for you to give her table scraps. Sometimes, Bella can be a bully if you do not give her what she wants. On the good side, she is a lover, protector, and fighter. She will cuddle next to you while you are sleeping but stingy about who she spends the night with. You would sneak into a room and steal her for yourself, and she will leave and go right back with the other person. One day, I wanted to find out what breed she was by using an app called Breed Identifier, but it turns out that she was a mixture of different breeds. I do not remember what all of them were, but she was mixed with a Yorkshire and chihuahua. I was not shocked because our grandmother’s dog is her grandfather and the father of Toby, a dog across the street from our home that Ms. May takes care of. Animals are just like us when it comes to families. They cannot sit at the dinner table, telling stories that can make you cry or smile but they will always be together.
By Janay Ealey3 months ago in Petlife
