When you are slammed face to face with your own hypocrisy it shames and hurts in a special way. When you cant choose temporary pain over temporary bliss AND soon to follow devastation you need a revolution in your soul. When your hypothetical superwoman finds her kryptonite is simply real life can she pull a switch?
My ex put it simply.... Baby what is bad is bad
Succinct and true. But is the truth enough? Does it give good conversation, make you laugh, take you out?
If you dress up the truth, paint it, drape it, style it, sign it up for an extreme makeover then you can at least have transient spots of pretend joy.
What is bad looks good. So what looks good could be good.
As my friend says half bread is better than puff puff (a deep fried variety of doughnut hawked all over Nigeria)
I am not waiting to exhale.