4 Ways to tell if someone is not being honest with you

I am not a big fan of people who are one person to someone and another person to me.  What happened to "just be yourself"? And unfortunately, I am "blessed" with the ability to spot a fake personality from a mile away.  It's gotta be something in my research behind micro-expressions and body language, but 99.999% of the time when I say "there is something not right about that guy" I am right.  Among my childhood, I grew up around people who would say one thing, do another and spite the rest.  This was grooming me to understand that even those closest to you can be as deceiving as the next.  Here are some things to look for in a person when you get that gut feeling that "something just isn't right". 

• Tone of voice.  This may vary but most of the time, the pitch will go up an octave when you're being lied to.  This is the subjects way of trying to control themselves in the lie they are telling, hoping to convince you, and even themselves, that the lie is true. 
• Eye contact.  Contrary to popular belief; when a lie is being told, the liar tends to look you right in the eyes so to make you THINK they're telling you the truth.  But watch their eyes.  Do they wander?  What about the pupils? Are the dilated?  How about excessive blinking!?
• Body Language.  Crossing the arms, hugging themselves, hiding behind an object; these are all signs the person is holding something between you and them.  Touching the face, playing with their hair, breathing. 
• Trust your gut.  Your gut knows when someone isn't being truthful.  As my Grandmother would say "if it doesn't make sense, there is a reason for it and it's most likely because they're lying to you". 

I knew for a very long time that a person very close to me was lying to me.  Yet I was blinded by the fact that I had grown up with this person, trusting and loving them and, consequently extending them the benefit of the doubt continuously- no matter what- against my better judgement.  This is what I am changing in myself.  I have sense closed the door on that aspect of my life, loosing people that didn't need to be lost but were "casualties of war" now.  And since closing that door, more have opened for me!  I have found family I didn't know were around and true friendship, love and trust that is more rewarding than false love, lies and betrayal.  I have an incredible family now that consists of two nephews, two nieces, a brother AND a sister that are awesome people. They life me up, understand my pain and have been instrumental in my believing in trust and family again.  So to them, I am most thankful.  I guess I am thankful for the past family as well, for showing me what wasn't right for me and pushing me where I belonged.  It wasn't with them, that's for sure.  And in leaving them, I have found my place.

So when that little voice in your head is telling you someone is not being honest, tread carefully.  There could be more than meets the eye staring you in the face.

Let the Children Stand Up for what's RIGHT!!

This is amazing. I was moved to tears. Two schools, one song and one message; STOP BULLYING! It's not cool anymore and the children are now speaking out. THEY will be the ones who will put a stop to it, once and for all!  The parents, teachers and all those involved with these kids should be so proud.. but among all; these kids should be proud of themselves. Their message is loud and clear! WE HEARD YOU and we're listening!!!

LOVE,
RACHEL

"I'm not taking sides, but he is right"

A contradiction in it's own right, but I found this funny.

Female Drivers

Nuff' Said.

Side by Side

I'm driving home late from work the other night on one of the routes closest and fastest to get me to my point of destination... I am quite content listening to my Michael Jackson (r.i.p), having made a great presentation to my boss's about the great need for social Media to be used in our Marketing Campaign when I come up to one of my biggest peeves on the road I have. EVER.  And no, it's not the stupid people who leave their gas tanks open after having visited the gas stations... its those people who drive side by side at the same exact speed and end up causing deadlock behind them.  Nobody can go anywhere because neither party wants to go any faster (or slower) than the other party.  Now, in my little world, the left lane is for PASSING.  So FUCKING PASS GOD DAMNIT! Instead, I get stuck behind Manny and Mac and they seemingly have no idea one is next to the other.

I just can't understand why people do this. It's like they have NO IDEA the other cars on the road even exist!! I can't stand it when someone stays next to me longer than  .5 seconds, how can you seriously drive next to someone for the duration of the highway??  This forces all the other cars on the road to drive side by side on both the left and the right lanes. It drives me BATTY!! Up a fuckin' wall. 

So I end up following behind these two cars, later at night, for at least ten miles before the guy next to ME Starts blowing his horn.  Now he's getting pissed and road rage is about to unfold. I start to hang back; I'm gonna watch.  As I hang back, the guy that WAS next to me takes my spot in the left lane and starts tailgating the Mofo like a bad lover.  He's blowing on his horn yet the driver STILL insists on driving side by side with the other car. Like they're in a slower version of the Daytona 500!!!  FINALLY though, eventually the driver in the left lane gets the message and its OFF TO THE RACES with the left lane with everybody and their mother with their fingers out their windows and horns blazing at both of them.

Wow, what a ride home from work THAT was.

Slinkies.

Some people are like Slinkies. Not really good for anything, but you still can't help but smile when you see one tumble down the stairs.

I'm gonna write a fuckin' book...

I have always kept a journal. Since the age of 13, I have written before bed about my days. Be-it my school days, my friends, my troubles with my parents that every normal teenager has, to being lied to by a selfish and jealous Aunt, to becoming a blacksheep among blacksheeps and targeted for annihilation many years before I could see it with my own eyes; my journals spell out my life in such a way that sometimes I feel like smacking myself in the face. "You stupid idiot! Why didn't you see this coming?" "What's the matter with you!? They DON'T love you." "Hey Rachel, forget trying to get people to like you. Be YOURSELF and BE HAPPY". 

Collectively, I have over 100 books, all unique in their own way.  Different styles, different pictures, same person. As I was going through them the other night, I was reminded of the horrors that I faced as a child at the hands of my extended family who, as I thought, were the only family I needed beyond my immediate family.  This got me thinking. There has GOT to be other people out there who feel as I do. Betrayed and lied to their entire life.  Trust was just given, never earned.  As I read through some of my earlier journals, I could see the course my life has taken being mapped out right in front of my eyes. I read deeply into the night from the 1990's until today, every puzzle piece fell directly into place, just like a well written book.  You never see the "end" result coming but when it does, it makes perfect sense.  I say "end" because over the past summer, my life as I knew it came to an end and I began a new life... a happier life.  And through my journals, I saw my life as a calculated effort by people around me to manipulate and hurt each other for no other means but to become a powerful "leader".

So I have decided, I am going to write a book.  I will not release the title yet as I don't want my story or idea to be stolen from me. Yet with all these journals behind me, they can tell my story with truth from the eyes and heart of the suffered one.  They are the perfect reference to write my story. To tell it so that others can know they're not alone in their fight for acceptance among people who are selfish, hurtful and manipulative.  It gives me hope to draw up my story to share, based on actual events and truthful accounts from ones own thoughts. From the moment I picked up the pen at age 13, I have been telling my story.  Now it is time to share it with the world. Because I think I owe it to myself, and to others, to set the record straight.