I HATE perfection. I hate PEOPLE who embody perfection. Their mere presence is enough to distract you, to make you feel inept. Everything about them is so correct, so concise, so precise that no matter how correct, sure of yourself or correct you are, they make you feel as if you are somehow incorrect or mistaken. That aura or awe that hangs around them is unnerving! As if they are not human. And the way everyone seems to look upto them, look at them as authority on anything and everything (from train timings to the latest update of the American stock markets to the latest Cavelli collection) AND the fact that more often than not they're correct, makes me wanna SCREAM.
(This was just a random piece of insight into my current psyche. And yes, the abstract senseless ending was purely because i had nothing else left to say on the topic.)
4 comments:
Lolzz..
we r all da imperfections of da perfectionist.. :P
try dancing...it will de-stress u :)
You really should stop writing about me K.. :)
and to think i wrote it in 2008... my subconscious mind must've somewhere known of your existence... :)
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