Things are either black or white. The shitty grey you make yourself when reality doesn’t suit you. And this gray is called “complicated” because it sounds better than stupid, cause of course… the soap opera has left its mark on everyday life. But deep inside, you know it’s black or white.
The example may be extreme, but you can apply it to anything else and obviously switch the genders. If he’s married, you bang him and then fall asleep thinking, “Oh, how big our love is, but it’s complicated,” it’s just gray, and you’re either dumb or a liar; not in front of the world, but in front of your soul. Cause your soul knows that there is actually no gray there; it is black or white, plain and simple.
White – if the asshole had divorced the second he wanted to bang you and only after that would he have come to do it.
Black – if he wanted to bang you but instead went home to the one whom he promised to a life together: “Woman, do you remember when I swore eternal faith to you? Yes??? Phua, I forgot for a moment and was about to get stuck in another woman, but I remembered in time and came home to remember together.”
Any other option in between is a raw gray made by people who have no idea what they want from their lives. You stay like this if you want and look at life in gray; I will still live mine in black and white, with the rainbow that appears only when you refuse to live your life in grey shadows.
