A Glimpse Within

In the course of getting to know a person have you ever seen a photo of the inside of his or her home and:

  1. knew immediately that you two were on the same healthy wavelength & moving to the same vibe?  Or,
  2. knew instantly that this person was not mentally balanced & that it was time to walk away from the relationship?

I’ve had both situations happen to me in the last month.

I’m not talking about judging the decorating style of a home as acceptable or unacceptable according to your own vision of beauty.  That’s subjective.

I’m talking about seeing how things are put together in someone’s home and realizing that this is not how self-aware, sane people do things.  That all your vague, non-specific doubts about this person have been confirmed by one glimpse within his or her home.  That he or she is, indeed,  just as crazy as you sensed he or she might be.   

My message here?  Pay attention.  Trust your gut.  Live happier.

If only I’d known this at a younger age, I could have avoided lots of awkwardness and craziness.  But I didn’t.

Now I do.

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Ally Bean

Quirky. Funny. Curious. With a twist of attitude. And the ability to write about it.

5 thoughts on “A Glimpse Within”

  1. Margaret, I’ve seen glimpses into your house via photos online and it looks lovely. Nothing odd about it at all. Very warm and inviting.

    Polly, I’ve had this happen to me a couple of times before in my life. In both cases I’d had my doubts about the sanity of the individual I knew– and when I saw what he or she had done intentionally with his or her house, I knew that I was dealing with someone who wasn’t all there emotionally/mentally/spiritually– some combo of those three.

    I’m talking about furniture that’s not in scale to the rooms; no discernible color scheme– just random hues; cords and decorative clutter all over the place; no personal objects anywhere; a screwy, extremely eclectic mix of furnishings; and a weird belief that they had just created something inviting.

    No balance, no flow, no sense to it. Just strangeness.

  2. Melisa, I’ve only had this happen a few times, but each time I was already wondering why I was so detached from the person who it’d seem should be a good friend. And when I saw the chaos in their homes, I knew I was sensing some sort of imbalance– and unconsciously protecting myself from it.

    On the flip side, I’ve found myself getting to know someone and seen a photo of the inside of their home and realized that they were balanced, fun and had something good going on within them. And that the chaos I was experiencing when around them was all about creativity and time constraints. Not something darker.

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