Rose Colored glasses
300 words
We tend to get caught up in our own thoughts a lot as humans. The opinions we make are based on background knowledge, and previous experiences. Almost everything we do, make, say, or stand for is based on our own perspective.
The question is why do we as humans make these decisions and opinions based solely on our personal perspective when we know logicly the smart thing to do is to get another's' perspective on something?
Personally my answer to that question is stubbornness. Although we all want to be “correct” about things and have the “right” answer, when it comes to opinion based topics most of the time your ego becomes greater than your want to be correct or right.
What I mean by that is when given a problem or topic with multiple opinions layed out in front of you, we tend to pick the opinion or side based on our personal wants, needs,or thoughts before consoling with another person who has their own personal perspective. Our egos become too fragile to even think it is necessary to get another outlook on situations.
“She sees the world through rose colored glasses'’ a phrase widely used to somehow criticize the optimistic perspective many young women hold on life. We can just look at strangers and personally through our perspectives decide rather or not that person holds a valid perspective on life. Before we even speak to a person we all judge and make inferences on that person's life.
Rose colored glasses aren't so bad and everyone’s perspective is both equally different and important in this world today. Even the most uneducated, lazy, or obnoxious people hold some sort of valuable perspective and out look on the world because of the different life experiences we have each lived through.

Ever since I can remember, I would always eat dinner together with my family. I honestly think there is less than five times that I have eaten dinner by myself in my room. Even when there is no one home, I still eat my meals at the dinner table. I love the 30 minutes we spend together during dinner. We talk about our day, the latest family "chisme" (or gossip), and eat good food. That's why I think I'm more like a kitchen table than a coffee table. I appreciate the time I spend with my family and close friends. My mom always says, "Las penas con pan son menos" which is a Mexican saying that means, "Worries with bread are less". I correlate the comfort of my mother's meals on a bad day with the kitchen table I'd eat them at. Sometimes, I just drink Diet Pepsi alone at the table, just to bring myself a little bit of comfort. I also kind of wish I was those type of people with a comforting energy. The type of person where even just being around them automatically makes you feel better. That's the kind of comfort I get from my dinner table, from being with my family. But when I think about coffee tables, I think about having guests over. People who you like enough to open the doors of your house to, but not necessarily share a meal with them. Sharing a meal seems more intimate to me. You're inviting someone to join you in a necessary action to keep you alive. You don't really need a conversation over a coffee table three times a day. I really value most of the people in my life and value the time I spend with them. The time spent eating food on a kitchen tables seems more valuable to me. That's why I am like a kitchen table more then a coffee table.
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