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Perfection vs. Flaws
Someone recently told me that something about me was perfect, and it made me sad... quite the opposite affect it was supposed to have, I suppose. I know it was meant as a compliment, and I know that I shouldn't have taken it in a negative way, but I couldn't help it, and I still can't help seeing it that way.
I don't want to be perfect.
In high school, there were several people who I saw as perfect. Beautiful, good grades, great relationships, happy families, amazing social skills - they seemed to have it all, and to me they were perfect. Granted, I didn't get to know them well, but from the distance...
But they were boring.
And flaws are not.
I like that I have my flaws, and I like that there isn't really any part of me that's perfect. If I was perfect, why would I have any drive towards self-improvement? I would remain stagnant... not growing, not striving, and that's not good for a person.
I like that my flaws make me unique as a person. I like how they keep me as an individual. I'm ok with them, and anyone who wants to get close to me has to be, too. I don't want to be perfect. I love having flaws.
I don't want to be the same. Its not that I necessarily want to stick out, to stand so far out... but I do want to be different, unique, individual, something special...
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