It gets easier to laugh at yourself when you know you’ve been frivolous.

You’ve wasted a great deal of your time indulging in fatuous, totally conditional constraints.

You’ve been misguided by the red and pink colors of happy shapes and bewitching designs.

You’ve forgotten the most important of things, and even the small things such as matching your socks or earrings.

You’ve been too content with enticing words and completely undiscerning of actions.

It gets easier to laugh at yourself because even though it hurts like hell, you now know it was only premature amity.