Considering that I live on an island and only mildly enjoy frolicking in the gorgeous Pacific ocean- this very under stimulated city girl is left to some seriously questionable vices. Reality TV, obsessive over analyzing, and commiserating with a puppy have become my all time favorite, yet completely mindless stress relievers. Some of you have X-Box, my husband has Tetris, and as for me...I've got "unscripted" television and a love for alcoholic beverages. Between all the conflict and competition- great tv doesn't get any better than an "F" bombing British chef and a prostitution whore- engaged 9 times.
And though everyday life is far less interesting than cable has you believe- I suppose in some ways- we're truly the lucky ones. In reality- there is no entourage and there are no directors. The reality is...we're all a bunch of writers just writing our own script. We edit, delete, and revise as needed. Sometimes we struggle with writer's block and sometimes we let our imaginations run free. And so regardless of circumstance, upbringing, or current state of mind- one should never forget that he who holds the pen- also writes the story. And you- how's your script unfolding? Do tell...
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
a question of trust...
Trust has been a very popular topic these days. Well, with the likes of Tiger Woods and his uber naughty gaggle of strippers and alleged baby mama's- one can't help but wonder, "what if?" But- what if your husband/boyfriend/partner is NO Tiger Woods? What if he's completely trustworthy, pro-monogamy, and his most notable stint at infamy lies somewhere between puberty and adolescence? The question of trust then...is perhaps not about someone else but instead- someone closer. Hmmm- I wonder who that could be?
dear modern malama,
I'm not sure why- but I can't seem to trust my boyfriend lately. He's given me no reason not to trust him but I'm really scared of getting hurt. How can I be more trusting? Signed, A suspicious mind
dearest a suspicious mind,
Well let me first say, my dear, that a suspicious mind is a terrible thing to waste! With the oil spill in the Gulf and Lindsay Lohan's jail sentence- I can't see why you'd bother fretting over a little thing like trust? Backstabbing, double crossing, and two timing is simply a fact of life. So for the sake of your own sanity- I advise you to accept that STAT, and move on to other things like grad school or finding a cure for cancer.
The truth about trust is that it starts within. Questioning someone else's intentions may not be the solution if perhaps, you're simply not aware of your own. So, maybe instead of giving that poor boyfriend of yours the old third degree- you begin by taking a little heat yourself and ask, "where the hell is this coming from?" Our tendencies to hold on to baggage of years, decades, and eons past eventually catches up with us. And instead of enjoying the blissful beginnings of a new romance or appreciating the enduring love of marriage- you're stuck between yourself and a hard place. And so what if you get hurt? Maybe you do or maybe you don't. But here's what I think- let it go and find better things to do with your mind. Love, my friend, is a terrible thing to waste.
always, mm
dear modern malama,
I'm not sure why- but I can't seem to trust my boyfriend lately. He's given me no reason not to trust him but I'm really scared of getting hurt. How can I be more trusting? Signed, A suspicious mind
dearest a suspicious mind,
Well let me first say, my dear, that a suspicious mind is a terrible thing to waste! With the oil spill in the Gulf and Lindsay Lohan's jail sentence- I can't see why you'd bother fretting over a little thing like trust? Backstabbing, double crossing, and two timing is simply a fact of life. So for the sake of your own sanity- I advise you to accept that STAT, and move on to other things like grad school or finding a cure for cancer.
The truth about trust is that it starts within. Questioning someone else's intentions may not be the solution if perhaps, you're simply not aware of your own. So, maybe instead of giving that poor boyfriend of yours the old third degree- you begin by taking a little heat yourself and ask, "where the hell is this coming from?" Our tendencies to hold on to baggage of years, decades, and eons past eventually catches up with us. And instead of enjoying the blissful beginnings of a new romance or appreciating the enduring love of marriage- you're stuck between yourself and a hard place. And so what if you get hurt? Maybe you do or maybe you don't. But here's what I think- let it go and find better things to do with your mind. Love, my friend, is a terrible thing to waste.
always, mm
Monday, July 5, 2010
wishes do come true...
First and foremost, a BIG mahalo aka MAHOLLER for all my birthday greetings. I can't tell you how special 800 FB messages and texts makes a girl feel at 5 in the morning!! But just to give you a gist- it's better than Christmas simply because birthdays are a one way street, with the destination ultimately leading to my happiness, of course. So today, our adventures are as follows: breakfast at the Moana, catch a matinee, sip a cold beer on Kailua beach, then sip a hot coffee at Kalapawai Market, and cap the evening off with a two and half pound lobster. Simplicity, I've learned is truly the greatest gift of all. But, hey- make no mistake, a Harry Winston sapphire ring comes in as a VERY close second!
And so in the spirit of wishful thinking- I must say, despite my ripe old age...I still have quite a few up my sleeve. Mostly, centering around luxury goods, independent wealth, and the kicker obviously being-genuine happiness. Which I'm proud to say that having 1 out of 3 (and no, I don't own a Maserati or have a Swiss bank account) isn't too shabby. So, in case you hoped all my wishes came true...no worries, they already have. Thanks again, everyone!
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