Mysteries, Real People, and Deadbolts

I love to watch mysteries, and by that I mean really good, really fun, usually British Mysteries. If you don't have BBC and don't watch Masterpiece Mystery you can find some on Netflix or Amazon Prime. Some are suspenseful, some are gritty, some are totally silly, but i always want to watch them. I am, after all, my mamma's girl. My mom watches loads of mysteries too, they are her favorite. Mom owns every Nancy Drew book and that is what we read when we were young. Before trips my mom would take us to buy paperback mysteries at DI so that we could read them and leave them along the way (so you wouldn't have to pack all those books back with you. If you only spent 50 cents on a book you don't mind leaving it behind and you need extra suitcase room on the way back to fit clothes and other things bought on your trip). Agatha Christie was one of our favorites to read and watch, still is.

I took plenty of psychology classes in school; psychology, sociology, marriage and family studies, child development, this is how I spent my college years- with a few Lit classes thrown in for fun. Discussing people, their motives, and their relationships to one another is my second favorite thing to discuss (my first is studying and discussing gospel principles; discovering new insights and learning new things is absolutely incredible. I especially love it when my first and second favorite can be done simultaneously, which is very often the case). I spend way too much time thinking about people, dynamics, and life; I sometimes do so much thinking and discussing I forget to do my best living. You see there are pitfalls to my interest in solving mysteries; my desire to really get to the bottom of understanding people. The first one is I very often forget to live in the moment. I can forget to focus on myself and  and think about how I can be better now, this is probably one of my biggest character flaws. I imagine we will get more into this particular struggle later, how could we not? 

The second pitfall comes of watching too many mysteries, being too enthralled with my studies, and reading too many things. I am just downright jumpy. I am constantly startled when my husband walks unexpectedly into a room, like a kid being caught stealing a cookie. I have been known to peak out of the peep hole before I walk out of my apartment to make sure no one is lurking, and did I mention I live in Salt Lake? I am endlessly suspicious of uninvited guests. Even the mailman, with package in hand, knocking on the door makes me uneasy. I almost never answer the door when I am home alone. Honestly, statistically and fictionally so many bad things start with a stranger at your door. At my last place the bishopric stopped by once. They knocked on the door, I of course, did not answer. I tiptoed up the stairs trying to peer through the window and see who was there. I couldn't see, so I still did not open the door. I sneaked back downstairs in total fear while they left a flier on the door for an upcoming church activity.

I sit home alone right now, an old Agatha Christie streaming from Netflix as I work on my laptop, the deadbolt locked at 2 in the afternoon, and feeling a little bit uneasy about a noise I just heard outside. Yep, it is possible to watch too many British Mysteries and read too many psychology statistics.

Maybe it has nothing to do with textbooks and TV. Maybe I am just naturally jumpy, I wonder if we will ever know... Anyway, I must go. The mystery I am watching is getting to the good part.