We all seek perferction, even though we know all too well that no one is perfect. The fact is that it is our imperfections that makes us interesting. And these are the very imperfections that makes us yearn for the perfect... For some reason we search for perfection... especially in other people. We seek angels. I think we do so to hide from our demons. I think we look for that perfect somebody in the wasteful hope that probably their perfection may rub of on us and give us some meaning to our existence.
I, like every other mortal, am guilty of this crime. And frankly I'm yet to meet somebody who hasnt defecated on my illusions of perfection... I'm reading Anne Rice now, I guess my choice of words show that. Lols.
Why can't we just let people be? Its always the same story. You meet someone new and your mind goes into over-drive building what they are- actually what you want them to be. You make them into angels who could do no harm. They are perfect, heavenly beings with radiant sunshine smiles, halo and wings et al. When your around them there's happy music playing in your head. You feel like yelling out loud, "I believe in fairies! I do! I do!" You wanna dance all the time. You have a toothy, goofy grin pasted on your face at all times. Geez what the fuck am i describing? Illusions? Love? Or Drugs??? Figure that out yourself!!! hahaha...
... And then after all this song and dance the inevitable happens. Some one dumps cold water on your head (or down your pants, depends on how you look at it) and you find yourself flat on the pavement. Dazed and confused. And you realise that just like you, they are human and full of flaws. Sometimes your forgive them for their shortcomings, sometimes you dont. Well actually you are the one to blame. But its so much more easier to blame some one else, isn't it?
But inspite of all this your back on square one when you meet someone new... and its the same story all over again.
This whole thing reminds me of this episode of FRIENDS, where Monica and Pheobe meet this cute guy on the street and Monica whistles at him to catch his attention. The guy gets distracted and gets hit by a bus! He lands up in a coma and they visit him daily at the hospital. They imagine what kinda guy he is (or rather what they want him to be) He wakes up and he's not what they made him out to be.
Hmm guess we'd all be amazing people too - as long as we'd be in a coma! ~smirks~
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