BOOK ONE— END FIRST KISS Part 4: FUN HOUSE MIRROR

Sooo—
Without knowledge of
Limbic reactiveness (which
Is contagious unless
A line of self control has been
Consciously developed), you’d think
I'd have felt devastated rather than
Bedazzled—Right?

However—knowing 
Selective memory to be one of
The brain’s natural defense mechanisms
(Most especially when our processors
Flood with confusion or fear), we can clearly
See how certain memories can be
Darkened or whitewashed or completely
Deleted from the conscious portion of
Our minds, so, let’s think again

Most likely, my processor, feeling fearsomely overwhelmed, showcased Joseph's unexpected invitation and shocker of a kiss while the head-beating that I gave him in return dimmed into non-existence on a back burner deep within the subconscious portion of my mind. And here's why I believe that to be true:

Though no memories emerge of—going home feeling devastated while eating dinner or doing homework—I can actually recall falling asleep with a giddy sense of incredibility at the possibility that Joseph now considered me to be his girlfriend—I KID YOU NOT!

The fact of the matter is this:  Just as a fun house mirror reflects distortions of the truth, the human brain is a master at mind manipulation in that whatever we hear and see and feel and believe ourselves (or another) to be doth not necessarily operate with such depth concerning mental clarity as to match reality.

At those times when
We can not see
Or hear
Ourselves
With mental clarity intact then

We cannot see
Or hear
Others
With anything
Resembling mental acuity—

And if the inter-related nature of
Those insights prove true
More often than we’d think then
Common sense suggests asking
ENT and EYE Doctors to step aside in favor of

Asking an astute psychologist
To examine the connection that
Exists between our brain’s
Defense system and the attitude with which
Our eyes and ears choose to see and hear

In short, rose colored glasses worn by
Our mind’s eye while basking in
The presence of one person may be
Whipped off and exchanged for
Dark lenses as soon as another comes into view ...

When you see Annie enter the sixth grade cloak room, the morning after her first kiss, you may have sound reason to agree with my perceptions concerning the self-deceiving nature of denial, because the ensuing nature of the domino effect that’s about to turn this preteen love affair into a star-crossed tragedy, where self protective masks are worn on both sides, is just getting started ...