Sometimes I like to live my life on the fine line between confidence and denial. Some days I wake up and think, "Today, all my lights will be green. Today, there will be no lines at the grocery store. Today, every cute boy I meet will ask for my number. Today, I can eat anything I want and it will have absolutely no effect on my figure whatsoever. Today all my dreams will come true, just like every other day." It's really not such a bad attitude for your life.
The other night I dropped my phone on the pavement. I had been living my usual life philosophy: Today, my phone will never break no matter how many times I drop it on the hard, cold, unforgiving pavement. The hundred times before that night, my philosophy was right. Now my screen is cracked. A far cry from a broken phone. A very far cry from even a smashed unusuable screen. In fact, it's more like a faint pen scratch, or a stray hair that will never blow off. Regardless, I find it annoying. Probably because every time I look at this particular fine line on my phone I am reminded of the fine line I choose to live by, and how sometimes it's hard to deny certain things.
The other night I dropped my phone on the pavement. I had been living my usual life philosophy: Today, my phone will never break no matter how many times I drop it on the hard, cold, unforgiving pavement. The hundred times before that night, my philosophy was right. Now my screen is cracked. A far cry from a broken phone. A very far cry from even a smashed unusuable screen. In fact, it's more like a faint pen scratch, or a stray hair that will never blow off. Regardless, I find it annoying. Probably because every time I look at this particular fine line on my phone I am reminded of the fine line I choose to live by, and how sometimes it's hard to deny certain things.
If I'm driving home and I hit every light red but one, my denial kicks in and I think "I knew it, I knew I would get green lights today." If a stream of gentlemen suitors are not begging for my attention but an old guy on the metro gives up his seat for me, I think "I knew it, I knew the men all loved me." If my food turns out to have calories but I happen to look in the mirror, I think "I knew it, I knew that with just a couple more pounds I would be a stunning individual."
But I can't wipe/deny away this dang crack on my phone. So I've come up with a plan. I'm going to tell myself that every phone comes with a fine hairline crack. That it's not only natural, but sought after. I knew it, I knew I was cool enough to get one of those fine line phones. I just knew all my dreams would come true today, just like every other day. There, everything is back to normal.
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