I saw the dress as white and gold. The true colors are black and blue and I do not see those colors at all. Some people saw the dress in the true colors, went back to the original picture shot that was on a camera phone and they could only see black and blue from that point. I still see white and gold which was in the bigger percentile. So obviously, I researched this to see if I am going crazy or not. When I’m still a crazy person nonetheless. The brain is interpreting the picture as underexposed meaning there is not much light in the picture, making the dress look lighter in comparison. Our eyes have cones and rods. Rods help us see at night but since the picture is underexposed, we are perceiving the photo as dark making our rods more sensitive. Either way, I see white and gold and that should be replaced the hook in the song “Black and Yellow” by Wiz Khalifa. I see white and gold, white and gold, white and gold, white and gold. Science is strange, indeed!
Art can be a soft feeling that invokes me and makes me feel serene. Art can be an ever striking lash to my face. Art can make me laugh so hard I clutch my sides. Art can make me want to go in a corner and just think or cry. Make me want to be alone so I can feel things on my own. Art can also make me want to go out be so social I flutter away, I’m high on everybody’s attention on me. I shy away because on the inside I’m just a weathered soul who wants nothing more than just to feel. Living on the edge is not my lifestyle. But staying in my comfort zone is not the way I want to keep on living. I want to do those things that make life worthwhile. My circle of comfort needs to be stepped out of. It needs to be broken and I can be set free. Set free to do what I really want to do. Create. I want to be somebody that creates things that makes other people feel whatever their heart allows them to. Create that little thing called art. Not everything is art. But anything can be art.
I’m a freak yes I know. I love cleaning and organizing. Probably two of the most dreaded things people do in their lives. Sometimes I can’t even go to sleep if my house isn’t in order. It’s not like I’m OCD. I don’t go marvel over specks of dust and clean through all the cracks. I just like things relatively clean and organized. Sometimes, I’m so excited to wake up in the weekends because I know I have a whole day of cleaning ahead of me. I start with the bedroom because there’s the least to do in there. I don’t keep a lot of stuff because I think a bedroom should be free of clutter to be nice and peaceful for sleep. The key is to keep things simple. The fewer things to clean and the easier it is as things have their own place. Two of my favorite cleaning tasks are vacuuming and doing laundry. I love vacuuming because it’s a great finisher and I love the little tracks it makes on the carpet. Laundry is fun because I love the smell of fresh clean clothes. My least favorite task is washing the dishes. I don’t like getting wet or touching old food left over. I hand wash my dishes because I don’t like using the dishwasher. I reorganize my closets and purge through items I don’t want anymore. It gives me a refreshed, light feeling. Doing all of this gives me such a relaxed and productive aurora. I get in the zone. I get in that mood where I don’t think about anything else going on in my life. I tune everything out and listen to upbeat music as I clean. It helps me feel renewed and purposeful. It’s very zen. I suffer through mild depression. Cleaning in fact saves me. It’s a way of life telling me it’s moving on and moving around. If it wasn’t then things would stay the same and I wouldn’t have anything to do. Which is the time when I get the most depressed. I used to have weekends where I would have absolutely nothing to do. Then I get into this funk where I feel like I don’t have anything to look forward to. Thoughts that life will always stay the same, boring and stagnant. Cleaning keeps me busy and reassures me that the world is moving on. It’s a good thing my home gets messy! In fact, I get excited about mess. Something I know that will take up my time.