Perfectly Imperfect

Wouldn't it be funny if one day there was some sort of big heavenly glitch that allowed me to see everyone else, or at least everyone I know, doing whatever they were doing, or thinking whatever they were thinking while I did similar things?

There I would be, under the guise of my pseudonym, writing away, or perhaps reading away, only to look up and see Great Aunt Margaret, or Bill Bailey down the street right beside me! I might just be day dreaming and there would be my eighth grade teacher dreaming the same thing!

I suspect we are all really much more alike than most of us want to believe. Everyone, well almost everyone I know, gets up every morning and puts on their clothes. Not just their pants one leg at a time like we joke about, nor even their politically correct cotton shirts, but also all those facades people wear depending on where they are going, or who they are trying to impress.

Politicians get caught like this all the time, but that is because they are in the public eye. I'm betting the rest of us are not quite so puritanically perfect either. And there is nothing wrong with some of that. We all like to put our best foot forward and there is just no reason for everyone to know every lascivious, or mischievous thought in our head. There is a time and a place for most things. In fact, if you don't have an occasional "lapse" now and then, I think I'd really wonder about your humanity.

It is also important for us all to have a place where we explore thoughts and ideas before presenting them to the world as our own. I think that is pretty human too.

What I don't like is people who force their ideas of perfection on other people, especially when they, themselves, can't really live up to those standards. Nothing on this earth, that is alive, is straight up and down and perfectly smooth that I can think of. That kind of perfection, if indeed you consider that perfect, is dead and dried up, or simply man made.

I prefer a little juicy imperfection myself.