Sink Your Teeth In

This morning I grabbed an apple on my way to my class, took a bite, and noticed that the spot I bit into just wasn't right... I continued to eat from parts that looked a little better, yet still on that same apple. I do this with every partially bad apple I ever get. It falls into my hands, I find something wrong with it, but avoid it looking for the better to fulfill my hunger. Do you see where I am going with this, the apple represents the men ( I use that term QUITE loosely ) that make their way into my life. I always have a warning sign staring me in the face, but I make my way around it. What I fail to recognize at that time, is that eventually... in order to finish that apple I have to come back to that spot. It's not going to go away. You could argue with me that I don't have to finish the apple, and just ignore the spot and throw it away. But really... in some way shape or form it will come back to you. Not necissarily on an apple but definatley in a relationship. For example, a man expresses how he supports his best friend cheating on his girlfriend, you ignore the comment, and work your way around it, but eventually it will come back. It will either make its own way into your relationship, or it will simply drive you nuts. There are warning signs out there all the time. We never fall for a guy who seems perfect. We just ignore that little tick in order to live in our own fairy tales. It's like standing there, talking to someone, as they ask you for another chance, a chance to make it better, and as your eyes wander the room, trying not to catch his, the only thing in the room that stands out to you is the bright red fire exit sign... but then agreeing to give that person a chance. Warning signs come in so many different ways, but do we all really just ignore them? I've done it plenty of times. Women constantly blame men for the failure of the relationship, when really guys barely hide a damn thing from us. We just refuse to believe that our new found infatuation could possibly be jealous, adulterous, or overly emotional like they warn you. And when they show it, it's like the conversation never happened. Women are blind. I'll be the first to admit it. We're blind by choice. Maybe from now on I'll open my eyes, maybe not. I guess realizing theres a problem is the first step... but the hardest step is doing something about it. We'll see... next time I bite the bad one I'll throw it away before it's too late.