My sunglasses have a way of breaking my heart. You can relate, I imagine. You’ve probably been abandoned by sunglasses- too?
Sunglasses abandonment.
I don’t know what it is about these unfaithful eye lamp shades that makes them so prone to unfaithfulness, but its true. My sunglasses leave me in in sunbursts all the time, up a brilliant day with no eye shade in sight. And when they do, up and forsake me for some other venue these sunglasses of mine trigger that ‘you’ve been forsaken and are unloved’ feeling that I thought I got over the last time I was dumped by a man I thought I loved.
Who would have known eye protective wear could ignite all my unlovable fears? These glasses. The one I chose. The ones I coddled, cleaned and encased in leather, how dare they repay me by being so naughty and flighty. And to make matters worse these sunglasses of mine don’t merely leave me, they leave me for somewhere else…. cars, restaurants and even women’s restrooms.
Sunglasses abandonment.
It’s hard to handle the anxiety that erupts when I’m left for a bathroom. It’s milder than the feeling I have when a living breathing human being forsakes me. But still. It’s bad. It feels a little like the anxiety attack I get when I’m asked to cook for someone that doesn’t count power bars or side salads as a real meal.
I expected this relationship to be one of mutual adoration.
I expected my sunglasses to love me unconditionally.
I expected they’d never consider leaving especially for something as despicable as the bathroom.
Funny, I thought when I attached to things, instead of living, breathing human beings- I’d be free from them triggering that unlovable feeling… But no. Even my sunglasses exploit my irrationality.
Sunglasses abandonment
Okay so maybe feeling unloved is irrational and a tad bit crazy. But we all do it. And how about that forsaken and forgotten feeling? The good news about God is that he’s not like my unfaithful sunglasses. I can’t be abandoned by God no matter how many times my sunglasses leave me…. God keeps walking by my side whispering sweet love in my ear….Nothing. Not even my fickle sunglasses can separate me from God……God is love. And Love is God. So go ahead sunglasses just try to make me feel unlovable….I’ve got your number…
Photo By Jordan Oram
