I couldn’t understand any of the words except for the often repeated refrain, “Take me the way I am.” It reminded me of the process of selling a used car when we label it “as is”.
I am in a restaurant with the “elevator music” being played in the background. Often I can tune it out but other times it keeps poking it’s obnoxious nose into my thought track. This is one of those days.
Why would I want to take her the way she is? Maybe she is the one perfect person in the world. Maybe it is simply a request to stop being so critical. Love tends to be blind. We take people the way we think they are, not the way they are. That is why marriage is a difficult road. As you wake up your realize the trailer is not the movie, the cover is not the book. In order to make a meaningful relationship work it is necessary for both sides to realize that you are a work in progress and how the final design emerges depends on whom is more important to you.
So if taking you the way you are means you like your steak rare and hate tomatoes, I can live with that. If it means bad breath, body odor, rap music, foul language and voting Democrat, I pass.
I am afraid you will also have to take me the way I am, or not.
homo unius libri
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