IT'S COMPLICATED... NOT REALLY

Why do we constantly put ourselves in situations that we regret later on? Why do we date people that are we know are toxic? Maybe it's a form of self-punishment or maybe we think this time will be different. It seems that although we know what turns us on and off, we ignore our instincts and hope for the best. Most women love to date the "bad boy" to make them feel alive or to have a more fiery connection with another person, but it usually ends in utter disaster. A bit of spice now and then is good for the soul but trying to make those moments usually instigated by a lover last a lifetime is wishful thinking. It's important that we remember that we alone can make ourselves feel that we are living as opposed to just floating through life. Don't look for another to make you feel complete. You have to make yourself feel worthy in order for another person to embellish what's already there. It takes two to tango but you've got to have the nerve to step onto the dance floor first.
Till next time...

NOTHING REAL ABOUT TELEVISION

Television is entertaining. It makes us forget about our troubles momentarily and we can zone out and pretend that our lives have been put on pause. I understand why we watch it and I do the exact same things as well. After a long, strenuous day there's nothing like putting your feet up and escaping to your favorite TV show, movie or documentary. Reality shows, though is where I draw the line. This concept infuriates me because the entire world is obsessed with it. They're practically drooling for more.
I cringe when I see the ratings for shows like The Hills or Jersey Shore. Why are these ridiculous people getting paid more than doctors and scientists to get wasted and have sex with as many people possible? Oh wait... that's right!!! It's all on camera. So now everybody is making sex tapes and exploiting their children for money and fifteen cheap minutes of fame. How classy!!! Today's generation is growing up to an endless stream of garbage and loss of self-worth by watching television. Is it really that interesting to watch people fools of themselves in front of the whole world? Who cares if rich girls from the OC are doing meth and sleeping with their best friend's boyfriend? This is brain damage people. Watching this probably kills as many brain cells as taking a handful of Vicodin. Even the Internet floods us with pictures of Lindsay Lohan drunk night after night after... blah, blah, blah.
Instead of living vicariously through these sad people why don't we just get off the couch and go live our own realities?
Till next time...

IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE

There is something that has appealed to me since I was a child. Now, I know that I'm French and I do like good poetry and visiting cities like Venice or Barcelona but there is a side of me that remains hidden most of the time. I don't know whether it has to do with the fact that I grew up in South Florida or because I've watched too many David Lynch films but I will now admit that seedy bars and motels in the middle of nowhere fascinate me.
It seems that in these places that far away from " normal" city life, there is an undeniable air of mystery and a sprinkle of danger. I can just picture driving down a long highway surrounded by desert and mountains and seeing a blinking sign in the distance. It resembles a mirage but it is real. It could be a bar or a motel, alone in the vast abyss. I just imagine lost souls seeking false hope at the bar as they cling to a drunken illusion or a life changing phrase being said by an old man sitting in front of his motel room with his trust dog at his feet.
I'd rather not think about murderers or delinquents frequenting these places because it's a bit of cliche. I like to think that if you come across on of these haunted establishments you should stop and go in. See what happens. Maybe you'll experience your own version of "Lost Highway." That would be a night to remember.
Till next time...