Windows vs Stained Glass
Something bothered me at work today.
First off, this girl I'm fairly interested in but staying away fromas best I can went out and got herself some coloured eye contacts. ("Aha!" cry my coworkers who read this as they put two and two together) Right. Coloured. Blech. I hate anything that conceals natural beauty, because I believe that what God gave you is your own beauty in itself. Unfortunately, my beliefs were not strong enough. Her contacts were grey. A pretty grey. Storm cloud grey. *drops head in shame* I was entranced by contacts. A shame. I feel like crap. But, at the same time, I couldn't get enough of her eyes. They were so...wonderful. Not a totally fake colour like I see all the time, but an almost haunting, true colour one could actually have...
Curse me. I'm an eye guy. I love eyes. If you've got beautiful eyes I tend to be drawn to you.
The only problem is... What if I'm also drawn in by fake eyes?
I can only hope that the contacts of today still allow a window to the soul. Without that we live lies.
...and again, my hearts frustrates me. Still.
First off, this girl I'm fairly interested in but staying away fromas best I can went out and got herself some coloured eye contacts. ("Aha!" cry my coworkers who read this as they put two and two together) Right. Coloured. Blech. I hate anything that conceals natural beauty, because I believe that what God gave you is your own beauty in itself. Unfortunately, my beliefs were not strong enough. Her contacts were grey. A pretty grey. Storm cloud grey. *drops head in shame* I was entranced by contacts. A shame. I feel like crap. But, at the same time, I couldn't get enough of her eyes. They were so...wonderful. Not a totally fake colour like I see all the time, but an almost haunting, true colour one could actually have...
Curse me. I'm an eye guy. I love eyes. If you've got beautiful eyes I tend to be drawn to you.
The only problem is... What if I'm also drawn in by fake eyes?
I can only hope that the contacts of today still allow a window to the soul. Without that we live lies.
...and again, my hearts frustrates me. Still.