Painting Flowers over Flaws.

However academically endowed I am, I unabashingly admit to say that I was really stupid.  BIG TIME.  And just to give you a sneak peek of the severity, my ex in our getting-to-know stage described how their house looks like.  And I would start to imagine it but everything in cloudy mode here, whatever flaws I would put flowers.  I would romanticize everything.  When he told me how he looked like, I would push back those bad descriptions and would draw in a more appealing one.

How sick is that?!

And when I would see things in person, my brain would scream.

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So it's true!  What I was told was really true!  Not the one in my mind...

Even my arctic friends think it's stupid. 

Not the one I've painted beautifully in my mind.  I know, I was told, but I didn't suppose to think it was true. Well maybe I figured, he was just too humble to say he's this but in reality he is more than what he's saying so I'll be surprised by the time I see him...

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Don't facepalm on me Mr. Renaissance guy, I know you're guilty of it too.  Believing on things that is more pleasing than reality.

You thought you would look grand running naked in the street but here you are... exposing what you think was grand was actually a shameful display, for everyone to see. Forever.

Big tsk tsk tsk.  I mean small... Well. Whatever.

What I mean to say is... We are all guilty of it.

And to make it more interesting is we somehow cling more to the made-up thoughts.

I don't know why we, or why I do that.  Is it because the thought is more attractive than the reality?

I DON'T KNOW.  But maybe is probably the best answer.

So much for that, I sure would love to believe that I've learned so much from the past.  And what I've learned is that what I've been told as true, is true in some degree.

I know it's a no-brainer, but hey, sometimes we fail to see the obvious.