Behind the glossy

Apparently there is a serious shortage of clues going around the male dating population these days. So, get one while you can. I'm expecting a run on them at any time.

We all put our best face forward, we show other's the most positive aspects of ourselves until we trust them enough to begin revealing our faults and failures as well. Most people do anyhow. Men and women alike, none of us perfect as the glossy magazine cover image we initially offer. While some of us live and offer a more realistic view of ourselves, there are just as many if not more whom work just as hard to keep the illusion alive as long as humanly possible.

I admit that viewing the pretty, unmarred pictures are fun. I can appreciate them for what they are. A desire to be found pleasing, wanted, desired, loved. I  however, find I appreciate further still those whom open up more. Offering a deeper glimpse into who they are, the lovely and ugly alike. I'll even admit that while annoying I do so appreciate those that show  me the gruesome truth of their nature up front and open; like reading the last chapter of their lives first. I makes it that much easier to weed them out of my life ever so completely.

So to the assholes I've met and yet to meet along the way. Thank you for being yourself from the get go. You've made my choices that much easier.

A Poison Tree

By William Blake

I was angry with my friend;

I told my wrath, my wrath did end.

I was angry with my foe:

I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I waterd it in fears,

Night & morning with my tears:

And I sunned it with smiles,

And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night.

Till it bore an apple bright.

And my foe beheld it shine,

And he knew that it was mine.

And into my garden stole,

When the night had veild the pole;

In the morning glad I see;

My foe outstretched beneath the tree.