PLUR Isn't Just a Moment, It's a Lifestyle

PLUR Isn't Just a Moment, It's a Lifestyle

Peace, Love, Unity and Respect.
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Those who rave know the meaning of PLUR: peace, love, unity, and respect. They whole-heartily believe in each word as they trade kandi and do the PLUR handshake with a stranger under flashing lights. PLUR is a lifestyle and a set of values to live by, and the misconceptions often made by those who don't rave, might lead you to think it's just an atmosphere that encourages drugs and nudity. However, a true raver knows that PLUR isn't a moment at a rave, it's a lifestyle.

With each letter comes a deeper understanding than its surface meaning. These words are applied to one's life at a rave, then continuously outside of it. What are those deeper meanings you ask? Well each person has their own take on it but the overall message is the same. These following definitions are what PLUR means to me and how I apply to them my life.

Peace.

A rave is a place that is filled with positive vibes and everyone likes to keep it this way. I can personally say that out of all the raves I have been too, never once have I seen a fight. I think this has to do with the application of peace among the community. We all keep an open mind and are accepting of everyone.

Now apply this to life. Keep peace in your surroundings. Do not encourage and feed into negative feelings, stay calm, level headed, and understanding. Radiate positive vibes in everything you do and where ever you are, be the light people wish to bask in.

Love.

At a rave you can feel the love, it spreads like wildfire and stays lit inside you forever. It's a strong love for yourself and others around you. Love is what makes rave culture so welcoming to everyone, it's what drives the community embrace each other and look after one another.

Now apply this to life. Do not hate anyone or anything, be accepting and encouraging. Tell the people you care about that you love them, even tell a stranger they're important. Love is important to life, it is it's energy to keep it going. Without love their is hopelessness, but with love there is life.

Unity.

Being in a rave atmosphere quickly becomes home to many. I like to think this is because of the sense of community and acceptance we have towards each other. We are unified through our passion towards music and want to share it with everyone. A stranger quickly becomes a friend, who then becomes a member of your rave family. it is our sense of unity that keeps us defending the rave culture.

In life we are all different but we can still be unified. We can apply this by being welcoming of others into our community, inviting those outside the window of our group to come in. Educate ourselves on different cultures and explore new things with open mindedness. By gaining insight we can then gain a stronger community that we surround ourselves with.

Respect.

Respect is my personal favorite, and ties in with unity. With a strong sense of community comes respect; respect for yourself and towards those around you. Being at a rave you are in a judgement-free zone, you're free to do as you please and be who ever you want. Many people outside of the culture tend to judge the outfits we wear and the music we listen to.

Respect has always been the golden rule. Treat others how you wish to be treated. Do not judge one's lifestyle or preferences. Observe all you want but do not pass negative judgments. Just as we were taught as kids, do not say anything if you have nothing nice to say. We must go on with life respecting ourselves so others will respect us, knowing how you hold yourself is important--it can define us, but remember that even if someone does not come across as what you might define as "respectable," you do not know their story so approach them with an open mind.

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I Blame My Dad For My High Expectations

Dad, it's all your fault.
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I always tell my dad that no matter who I date, he's always my number one guy. Sometimes I say it as more of a routine thing. However, the meaning behind it is all too real. For as long as I can remember my dad has been my one true love, and it's going to be hard to find someone who can top him.

My dad loves me when I am difficult. He knows how to keep the perfect distance on the days when I'm in a mood, how to hold me on the days that are tough, and how to stand by me on the days that are good.

He listens to me rant for hours over people, my days at school, or the episode of 'Grey's Anatomy' I watched that night and never once loses interest.

He picks on me about my hair, outfit, shoes, and everything else after spending hours to get ready only to end by telling me, “You look good." And I know he means it.

He holds the door for me, carries my bags for me, and always buys my food. He goes out of his way to make me smile when he sees that I'm upset. He calls me randomly during the day to see how I'm doing and how my day is going and drops everything to answer the phone when I call.

When it comes to other people, my dad has a heart of gold. He will do anything for anyone, even his worst enemy. He will smile at strangers and compliment people he barely knows. He will strike up a conversation with anyone, even if it means going way out of his way, and he will always put himself last.

My dad also knows when to give tough love. He knows how to make me respect him without having to ask for it or enforce it. He knows how to make me want to be a better person just to make him proud. He has molded me into who I am today without ever pushing me too hard. He knew the exact times I needed to be reminded who I was.

Dad, you have my respect, trust, but most of all my heart. You have impacted my life most of all, and for that, I can never repay you. Without you, I wouldn't know what I to look for when I finally begin to search for who I want to spend the rest of my life with, but it might take some time to find someone who measures up to you.

To my future husband, I'm sorry. You have some huge shoes to fill, and most of all, I hope you can cook.

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The irony wasn't lost on her as she stood there. Her reflection was one she didn't recognize. Wild eyes traced the smudged words she'd written on the mirror and her throat constricted. Her mind was a flurry of motion as she stood motionless, daring not move should the reverie be broken.

It had all started a week ago. No, her mind screamed, stop lying.

She went back further.

It had been early fall, just last year, the first time they saw each other. She remembered the brisk autumn air tickling her ears as crimson leaves whispered past. Her favorite season had come early that year, and she was regularly late to class just to stroll past the maple groves on campus. Her professor rarely gave her a second, irritated look.

That all changed when she wasn't the only one running late.

They'd rounded opposite corners simultaneously, an unnerving mirror that had surprised them both. She'd recovered much quicker than him and entered the tiny computer lab with his shadow at her heels.

"Ms. Swift, Mr. Tanner," their instructor sounded peeved, "I trust you're both late for good reasons?"

She'd attempted to avoid his gaze as she slid into her regular seat. He'd turned on his heals, "I had a flat, sorry 'bout that." He shrugged broad shoulders.

The instructor pinned him with narrow eyes, "And you, Ms. Swift? Tree gazing again?"

She didn't have a reply, at least not an intelligent one. "I, erm, yes, I'm sorry. I lost track of time."

He wasn't amused as he impatiently began rolling up his sleeves, "Until you both learn respect for other people's time and energy, I must ask you to leave."

She'd been blind-sided. In all honesty, there hadn't been a day in the semester where she hadn't been at least 5 seconds late. "But, Mr. Sta-"

"Go, Kalei." He cut her off, "And you too Devon."

Fury mixed with sheer embarrassment had made her cheeks redden as she stomped from the room; she had almost felt the eyes prying into the back of her head as she left. The guy named Devon followed close behind her.

The psyche building's halls had been quiet as they emerged together and she tried to split away from him. She'd been surprised when a hand had grasped her forearm, and she turned. Devon filled her field of vision, a crooked smile splayed across his lips.

"Hey, sorry about that." he ran a hand through dark, curly hair, "I didn't mean to get you tossed out."

She blinked once, "I had it coming, don't worry about it." She turned to leave and was surprised when he fell in step beside her.

"So, uh, I know your name but not much else..other than you like trees."

"It's not the trees," she rolled her eyes, "the colors are what make them."

"Make them what?"

"Special." the word came out before she could think.

"I don't know many people who would be late to class because of trees," he laughed shortly, "I guess it takes a special person."

She'd cast him a sideways glance before slinking away, "Guess so. See you later."

Though it was just a pleasantry, he'd taken it seriously, little did she know.

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