Lauren the "Socialite" living in Kingston

what really matters?

I’ve been running from writing this article for months, but then I was like if I can tell the world about my collection of vibrators, then I can tell you everything.

July 11th of this year, I remember waking up to a regular day, I was gonna go to the hairdresser get my hair done, my nails blah blah and buy an outfit to wear, my friend and I were prepping for a big party that promised to be really good. I had spoken to my mom earlier that day when I was at the hairdresser, we spoke about my braces, which I was getting in a couple weeks, I remember getting so annoyed at her because she was messing up the payment dates. After leaving the salon, my friend picked me up and we met up with some friends at TGI Fridays for drinks. we weren’t even fully parked yet hadn’t even gotten inside the restaurant when I saw my little sisters name lighting up my blackberry as an incoming call, I answered and I could hear her straining to speak at the same time fighting back gallons of tears, of course I panicked and I ubber selfish as  i am didn’t wanna hear any bad news until tomorrow morning or later that night when i was sure I would be drunk, she said “has mommy called you’ I told her I spoke to her earlier that day, why would she call me again. My sister said something after, that sent panic through me, like gaining weight did, I couldn’t react and I was in public in front of people! when she told me that our mom was stabbed in front of our house in the neighborhood we grew up, where crime wasn’t even a word, all I could say was “are you sure”, heck that selfish bitch in  my head was saying “couldn’t this information, have come 10 minutes earlier before you had just spent JA$5000 on tickets for a party”? Before I knew it I was in TGI’s crying my Maybelline mascara, that had promised to be waterproof off my lashes and unto my dam face, I Lauren Alexander was crying for all the world to see, I never cry in public! I never cried the time I broke my finger, I never cried the time i busted my knee, or accidentally got swung into a tree by some stupid kid at school, which resulted in me being hospitalized for a week. So why was I crying, so much that I had to go to the bathroom to wash my face and get decent again?

I won’t get into any more details of the story, more than my mother is alright and fine. But the incident taught me that life isn’t promised to any one, and we need to take a moment to figure out what really matters to us, who really matters to us, before it’s too late and we loose the ones we love or our self. We may think we know the answers and have it all figured out, but we don’t, don’t live your life to regret a stupid decision you made, choose your battles wisely, not all battles are ment to be fought. Not all men are warriors.

xoxoxo, I know what matters to me now, Lauren Alexander.