Bandaids .....

We've all used band-aids to cover a small scratch, a gaping wound or even a burn, a bite, a rash. . . . as a child your mom would put a band aid on the boo boo and it was suddenly all better.  Well as we grow older, our definition of what constitutes a band-aid changes. Gone are the Hello Kitty (for most) and Spiderman band-aids. Adult band-aids come in a variety of shapes, sizes, textures and forms. Each band-aid is specific to each injury, if you will, much like the Johnson & Johnson--you have the original strip, the small circular one, the huge rectangular one and the one that looks like an "H". Well in adulthood you have the band-aids that come in six packs, or have four legs: band-aids that are for one night or six months. Chocolate band-aids, plastic band-aids....  Any plight of misery and misfortune, a break up, loss of a job, family member or a bad episode of Ugly Betty is good reason for a band-aid. (Show me a half naked man holding a double vodka sour with a lime twist in one hand, a bowl of chocolate chip cookie dough in the other and the latest bestseller on the bedside table and I'll show you one quick recovery!) 

The point is....we've all used these adult band-aids. They are meant to hold things together temporarily. I've said before, the relationship didn't last forever, neither will the heartbreak.   The day you realize you might need a bandaid to fix your bandaid is the day you need to grab a cigarette, a brownie or two, maybe even an entire bottle of wine and head onto the back porch to relax for a while. Bandaids only work temporarily. When they start becoming a permanent fixture, you better take inventory and be sure you're ready for the long haul. Otherwise, rip that motherfucker off and toss it in the trash.