Gawd, I’m a Pollyanna. I am! I’m a trusting soul and pathetically naive. But a letter I must write.
Dear First Impression,
You are like a Monet painting. From afar, you make sense. You are beautiful, and serene, and full of joy and color.
Up close, you are a blotchy, unrepentant mess, screaming for attention. As naive and well-intentioned as I am, I just can’t afford to take you at your word. I must examine you closely, looking for cracks in the veneer (Yes, I almost typed Vermeer). I never much cared for Impressionism, really. I’m more of the Modernist school. I like to know that what I’m getting is what I am seeing.