Watching The Flight Attendant at night is really testing my capacity to overcome certain fears. I hate gruesome scenes with a passion.
I find myself thinking of Kelly or rather Cassie as Penny (TBBT) 😂. I also find validation, oddly enough in the way she and Davey (her brother) remember their childhood totally differently. I have often faced criticism regarding how I remember my childhood, simply because other people experienced their childhood differently to mine in the same household, community, school, church… Both experiences are valid.
The filter with which we view what has happened to us is shaped by how we are wired and how we were molded by circumstances as we got acclimated into this world. I hope this makes sense.
I used to think I was a good person with a kind heart, until people told me that I have a messianic complex and a High D personality. I was shocked once when I thought I was helping someone but they felt that I was making them my charity case😳.
So when she remembers why she wanted to become a flight attendant (which she thought was to save lives), a different perspective is that she is drawn to and revels in chaos and destruction.
I guess, at the end of the day, we live our lives in a way that settles our consciences. Whether we lie to ourselves or we are just oblivious to what lies beneath the surface is a mystery that might never be solved.
This series kinda feels like watching someone’s JOHARI window exercise in moving pictures. The hidden self is always surprising to discover. May we be open to discovering more about ourselves and be kind and gracious enough to not judge ourselves harshly.