And My Eyes Begin To Sting..

Sometimes, every so often in our timorous lives, we hope that facing our worst fears is best. And so we ditch the pretty little rose colored glasses that we feel so comfortable in and jump !

Out in to the unknown. The unknown of another's emotions. Their sentiments.

I've never heard a brave and valiant tale where the dragon was concurred and they lived happily ever after. I guess that's because no one thought the experience one of bravado, worthy of being shouted about from roof tops. Or I'm sure I'd have heard.

So. That's of course the only reason I leapt. Peppy rose-tined glasses neatly tucked into my pocket and wham !!!!

I awake to the sensation of burning flesh and charred sensitivities. The parachute of good sense (or self-preservation at the very least) did not prevail.

After quickly checking to see that there are no witnesses to my "embarexperience" I quickly walk away from the scene. And my eyes begin to sting...