I remember my grandmother telling me I didn’t need to air my every little thing with them. She would laugh though. I’ve always been hyper-honest and also a bit of a rebel. If someone tells me I can’t talk about something it just makes me want to talk about it more. Like why aren’t we supposed to talk about these things?
I say we not only air our dirty laundry I say we fly those flags proudly. These are the things that have shaped us. These are the things that brought us to where we are, the views we hold, the life we lead. Nothing happens in a voidless vacuum. We are products of our past, our environment, our opportunities and our own judgement and wisdom. These all intercollide to bring us to where we are now. Good or bad.
I was reading these stories on BuzzFeed and thinking to myself. Yep……and these are just the things that surface. Imagine all the things we don’t even know about….within our own lives, our own families, our own social networks, communities. Crazy. Crazy. Crazy.
I say we need to come to a time when we just own it all and bring it to light. I don’t know what that would look like. But I really can’t imagine it being worse than this facade we all walk around in pretending everything is a-ok.
The fact that I can find peace within doesn’t eradicate the fact that the world can be a pretty moronic place. Does it?
No it doesn’t.