Rose Colored Glasses a Tad Too Big?
When it comes to the ones we love, we tend to walk around in rose colored glasses.
Red flags seem like ordinary flags. No trouble in paradise. Whatever misgivings we have about them are sugar-coated, given code names.
For the ones we love, it’s-
adventurous over promiscuous, prudent over greedy, laid back over lazy, real over rude.
OOPS! I forgot one, I once heard a woman say her drunk husband was too “excited”. Seems really similar to the time when you’re head over heels in “like” (sorry, love just seems a little extra here) with someone who unfortunately doesn’t like you back *please hand me a Kleenex while I ugly-cry* and then, voila! the internet is your BFF. The Google search history begins to look like this over time: How to make him like you; 10 signs he’s into you; yada yada ya. LMAO what a joke. See how there’s no negation in the search history?
Yeah I know, its easier to tell ourselves that we do these things cos we love them or even permissible to say we look out for the good in others. But do you see what it does to you- the denial? They don’t like you? So what?! You’re awesome and that’s all that matters. You’ve got a “laid back” partner? Well, tell em to get up, dust their behinds and get moving!
I know that sometimes its easier to live in our fantasies rather than waking up to our reality. And i know too, that sometimes, if we pretend long and hard enough, that fantasy might seem like reality. But if fantasies were cocktails, how much would be one to many?
PS: What kinda rose colored glasses have you been rocking?
Mine? Oh, its probably an Aviator.
