Most people want to be perfect. We all strive to be better at something and want to continue improving. I, being a perfectionist, want to be the best at everything, even though I know that it is completely impossible. And today I realized something: I’m SO happy that I’m not, and don’t appear, perfect.
You know those people who just seem to be good at EVERYTHING they do, who just seem to be popular, or who just seem to be everywhere all the time? I’m glad that I’m not one of those people. I like being different. If that means I’m weird, or whatever other adjective anyone can think of, I’m fine with that. I like making mistakes (and learning from them). I like doing bad on tests, failing once in a while, just to keep me in check that I’m not perfect. I like showing my emotions when they’re happening. If I’m sad, I’m not going to try and be the happiest person ever. I’ll try and cheer myself up, but I won’t act like everything is okay. I’ll let my anger show if I’m pissed and I’ll radiate with joy if I’m happy. I don’t want everything to seem “perfect” all of the time because I like feeling like a real human, I like having real emotions and real problems. I feel like it makes up my personality.
Hopefully you understand what was just written because I gave it my best shot at sorting out my feelings about this.
