Near-Sighted

I've always been a little near sighted.

I just got my new contacts in the mail. I've been waiting for them for a week, braving the weather in glasses (which let me tell you, is no easy task). Here, when it's 5 degrees and you have METAL ON YOUR FACE, and they are freezing onto your nose, reminding you just how much you wish you would have stayed in bed that morning, you hope every time you go to your mailbox that your contacts have arrived. At least when tears freeze, you can chip them off your face.
Serves me right for waiting until the week before Christmas to order them.

Yesterday, my boyfriend came over and just seemed kind of down. He seems pretty down a lot lately, which is making me wonder if he has SAD, or if he's just sad. Either way. I told him to sit under the happy light but when that didn't work, I said a couple of things that I think God is teaching me, and then maybe some things I think God is teaching him. But his lip just got longer and longer. Finally, I hugged him. But I don't think that helped either.

I wonder if I really am near-sighted. I mean, you know, in life.
That just makes me feel very Carrie Bradshaw.
But when my poor BF is asking for help, and all I can think about is how he must have the same problem that I do, because OF COURSE HE DOES, because I always know what problems people have, then I wonder if I am only seeing what's in front of me.

Maybe I don't know what he has at all. Maybe I can't see past the end of my own nose.

I hate that feeling. That feeling you get when you suddenly realize that you're not really listening to someone else's problem, but instead, you are just gathering up evidence in order to justify how everything really relates to YOUR life, and YOUR self, and YOUR thoughts.

YOUR LIFE.

Maybe that only happens to me.
But, I'm a little near-sighted.

P.s. I will post pics soon. This, I promised you.