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Showing posts with label family. Show all posts
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Thursday, September 25, 2014

The chilling fact is...You don't really know anyone but yourself.


It's the couple you see in the house across from you having dinner together. The man walking his dog at night, the family down the street getting home and getting ready for dinner. The woman who lives alone, the man who lives alone, and the couple that has no children. It's your mailman, a stranger that walked by you, the guy at your local grocery store, and the woman who teaches 10th grade. It's the dad of a friend, it's a female relative, the guy riding his bike, and the couple who walks together. It's the picture perfect couple who sits at dinner, across from each other, smiles politely and continues their elegant dinner that the wife cooked after work, in silence. 

All of these people have one thing in common, they've all either had an affair, raped someone, or more drastically...are a murderer. 
From the movie Gone Girl. The creepy husband with his dead wife.
Have you ever stopped in your tracks and looked around you? Really looked into the eyes of complete strangers or into the fake smiles of your neighbors. For all you know, that lovely neighbor could have murdered 12 children. For all you know you walked by a stranger who just got done raping someone. For all you know, when you sit down at dinner tonight across from your husband or wife, they could be hiding an affair from you and you wouldn't even know it. 

Can we honestly say we truly know the person sleeping next to us at night? Do we really know that they would never harm a hair on anyone? How do you know that? How do you know that one day something won't tick in their mind and make them commit a sinful act? And after they're done, they go home, act like nothing happened, lay next to you in bed, and hold you in their arms.  And yet, you feel so safe in that person's arms. 

Who's to say that guy walking his dog, isn't going to meet up with a woman and have sex with her? Who's to say the couple with the lovely family down the street isn't in an abusive relationship? 

The chilling truth is we don't know. The chilling fact is that you never truly know a person, because you do not control their thoughts or their actions. So what makes us so keen to feeling safe with a significant other? Where in our minds do we really know that our spouse would never harm us or anyone else? 

I people watch, a lot. I love observing people and really feel like you get to know a piece of a stranger just by watching them and their actions. The way they talk to people, the way they have no patience, the way they yell at their wife, or the creepy feeling you get from certain people. You can learn a lot about people just by sitting down on a bench and observing for an hour. 

As I work around so many different people and strangers every day, I think about this from time to time. I think about the thoughts going through someones head. I think about that innocent kiss a husband gives to his wife before leaving to work. I think about that overly uptight couple who properly sit across from each other at dinner, and I think about all their secrets they keep from one another. They seem so perfect, and so neat and proper, but inside they are holding many secrets of unhappiness and deceit. 

It's an even scarier thought that our fathers, mothers, siblings, or grown children can be one of these things; a murderer, a rapist, and adulterer, or an abuser. 

I wonder when did we lose all ration within ourselves to completely give our trust, and really give the safety of our lives to others. When did we become so engulfed in the theory that true love really makes us feel safe from the 'bad guys', when that person could possibly be a 'bad guy'? How do we accept risking our lives for some other person that we love?

Sure, one can argue trust, loyalty, and actions prove that they're safe and not one of the bad guys. But where in the argument can you validate your sureness that they don't have the capability to harm another human being if they so easily choose to? 

It comes down to this...we really don't know. We really can't pick out the good guys from the bad guys. It's so twisted now a days, that the perfect husband could be either or. Simply because it's just human nature, we ignore these evil thoughts, we choose to be naive when deep down inside these thoughts have most likely crossed your mind. 

What scares me most is that the bad people are usually good and the good people are usually bad. How do I really know that the lovely man who just smiled at me isn't a serial rapist or murderer? It's questions that repeatedly go through our minds. It's logic vs reality. It's empathy vs adversity. It's you against them. 

Tonight when you're lying in bed collecting your thoughts from the day, look over at your spouse, look at the picture of your children all grown up, look at the pictures of your family. Ask yourself how much you do you really know about the closest people in your life? Then turn over and fall asleep, and forget all about those scary thoughts. Because this article will make you think, but chances are you will block the thoughts out of your mind forever and continue on with your day to day life. You'll wake up, kiss your husband on the lips before he heads to work, wave hello to your neighbors, have a nice but brief conversation with the barista at Starbucks, then head to work and be around people you see more than your family. The day will go on, the week will come to an end, and a new week will start. You'll probably never have these horrid thoughts again. Your life will go on. And maybe none of those people will ever commit one of those sins, or maybe they will. But what do you care, so long as it isn't happening to you right?

Laci & Scott Peterson. They seemed like a happy couple, a handsome guy and a beautiful girl. If you passed them in the street you would probably never think Scott looked like a murderer. But he was. 

Monday, September 22, 2014

How settling is ruining your life (article on GenTwenty.com)

Hello all!

Just wanted to update you in case you didn't already know from my Twitter, Instagram or Facebook sharing, ha! GenTwenty recently published my first article I wrote for them! (My second article comes out sometime next week! Be on the lookout.) The article is called How settling is ruining your life. By clicking on that title it will take you to the direct article. Browse their website, and check out all their articles because they have some great advice, fun facts, and good stories. Hope you enjoy the article! As always, thanks for reading.

Xoxo,

Monday, June 16, 2014

Meet me in St. Louis...or maybe just San Diego.

Yesterday I went to the San Diego county fair with the family. Although, I always remember it as the Del Mar Fair. Going to the fair reminds me of one of my favorite movies... "Meet me in St. Louis".  The Fair is a big and fun occasion for my family. This year was the first year we went as a family since I was a teenager.  My whole family would go every year for as long as I can remember. I even have all the old pictures. 

This year, we decided to plan ahead and go as a family to celebrate Fathers Day weekend. It was a blast. We started out by walking through all the tented halls that hold all the sales booths, fashion, jewelry, home products, outdoor furniture and decor. They have everything you can think of. My parents love to go to find things for their home. While my brother, his girlfriend and I love to goof around like we're kids still and be silly. I love it. 

My brother and I both got the famous Rootbeer floats from Farrell's Parlour, a retro 50's inspired ice cream parlour that has the best floats, sundaes and waffle cones. Then we had Pinks savory hot dogs. A popular hot dog place from Los Angeles, specifically Hollywood area. It was my first time trying it, and it was the bomb.com! Dad had a huge turkey leg smothered in smokey BBQ sauce. Mom had a tuna sandwich, she likes to keep it healthy. Overall, we tried the food, sweets, dessert, and a couple fried foods. Needless to say we were overly stuffed by days end and slightly bloated! 

The fair is fun, entertaining, and just full of life. You see people from all ends of the world, different cultures, ethnicities; and I just love that there is no judgment, everyone embraces each other. After all, we're all here for the same reason, for fun, the delicious food, and the bonding time with family, your friends, or a significant other. 

When the sun goes down and the lights start to turn on all over, I'm reminded of the moment in "Meet me in St. Louis", where Judy Garlands character Esther, is fascinated by the light show at the St. Louis fair.  It's towards the end of the movie when her whole family gathers at the famous hometown fair and they are so fascinated and joyful. The ending line of the movie is by Esther. She says, "I can't believe it. Right here where we live. Right here in St. Louis." She refers to not having to take a train or stay in a hotel, but that this beauty is truely right there in their hometown. 

So as the lights turned on at the San Diego County Fair, I can say I was truely mesmerized by the beauty of that moment. I concur with Judy Garlands character. San Diegans are so lucky to live here. We honestly do have everything here. And the best part? We don't have to take a train or stay in a hotel. The fair is just a short drive away. As my family and I left the fair, I stopped and took one last look down the famous entrance strip. The lights were gleaming with joy, laughter all around me, people taking pictures, and the Farris Wheel at the very end, all lit up making for a perfect picture moment. It was a beautiful moment to capture as a memory. It was the perfect end to a perfect day with my family at the Fair. 




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