If I actually did never reach for that snickers bar (In spite of the fact that I was on a diet), never forgot to brush my teeth, never eavesdropped on someone’s conversation, never took a particular route just so I might “accidently” bump into someone, never sat next to someone hoping against hope that they would hold my hand, never took 15 minutes to make sure my hair was perfect though I am a self declared “I don’t care about how I look” person….
If I always smelled good and never lied and had enough self control to actually resist that bloody snickers bar. Damn it! Having another one. If I never stayed up late into the night overlooking the fact that I have a minor the next day, only to listen to my favourite songs or even write new ones.
If I never did any of these things, well, I would be perfect. But I would be living one sad life.
When I think of a person, maybe , yes it is their best qualities that you remember. But when that person is far away or unreachable, you start thinking about every little imperfection. Every little vice that made that person so annoying but so fond to remember about.
We are completely our best and worst qualities. And when you miss someone, you don’t miss the number of mountains they’ve climbed or the number of awards they’ve won. You miss the way their room was always a mess, or the way they talked too much, or the way they said the most nonsensically adorable things. You miss the way they sound when they are sleepy, or the way they are always late to class.
It is our imperfections that make us beautiful. It is imperfection that makes society an interesting place to live in.
It is other peoples’ imperfections that make us fall in love with them……
So sitting here, munching on my snickers bar, I think of all the crazy, mad people in this world and heave a sigh of relief because if it weren’t for them, man!!!!!!, life would be so damn boring .
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