Remember when you were a kid and your parents warned you about touching a hot stove because you would burn yourself. If you were as curious and stubborn as I was, I'm sure you learned why the warning was given. All it took was one time of touching that hot eye and I knew better than to try it again. But, I had to feel the hurt from the fire to learn that on my own.
As an adult, I'm still just as curious and stubborn (if not more so.) I still play with fire. Usually it's just to light my cigarette but sometimes it's to spark the interest of someone I know isn't good for me. I risk the burn to cure the curiousity. Perhaps it needs to hurt as much as touching the hot stove though because I certainly don't seem to learn my lesson. I get myself in more and more messes when it comes to my heart and never seem to be able to not repeat the same mistakes. I'm that kid that looks straight at you when you say, "Don't do that" and touches a hot stove just because you told me not to. I guess that's the cocky side of me that can't stand someone else telling me what's bad for me. I'm a second guesser and I can't deal with the "what if." I have to know for sure that something is going to blow up in my face. I might as well turn the gas on & light a match.
I wish some men came with "hot surface" indicators so I knew to be careful. Then again, it's usually their "hot surfaces" that distract me and cause me to touch now & think later. Maybe I just need some oven mitts for my heart. Then I might be able to feel the warmth I long for without the hurtful burn. For now, I'll just keep my hands off the hot surfaces. Those quick burns arent the ones that last. When it comes to my heart, I should be playing with matches anyway....after I turn off the stove, of course.
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