Do Try. Please.

Let’s pretend for a second that the female race isn’t the obscenely annoying and needy faction it certainly is, and that for once in its inhumane existence, it developed some pride.

Wait.

We can’t.

At least I can’t.

I guess being part of the female specimen myself, I’d most likely be more inclined to praise my gender, and yet I can’t help but note the complete disregard and obstruction we have for common sense.

Yes.

I am a traitor to the double X chromosome.

But you would be too if you were to witness atrociously needy girls incessantly call their boyfriends to the point where the latter become indisputably deaf, whine and moan about the extra body-fat that prohibits them from looking downright emaciated, and shamelessly talking trash about any other female who just happens to come on their radar.

Okay.

Is it a foreign concept that when you suffocate someone to the point of death, they’re going to want to get away from said asphyxiating entity as soon as possible? Well, it shouldn’t be. (Although I seriously hope you know because of common sense and not because you’ve actually taken part in someone’s demise).

The same goes for relationships. Breathe on someone so much and cling like some tear-producing, hyena-like-screeching, emotionally-messed-up being?

Chances are they’re going to run.

Fast.

And please don’t point out some barely-there flaw that can only be seen under a microscope. Try and obtain a higher self-esteem via counseling or stop trying to gain compliments telling you “What are you talking about? You are so not fat,” because you already know that, and if your ego gets any bigger, the Earth might just tip on its axis.

Please.

As for the bashing of any girl that happens to guarantee a spot on your ‘Hate List’? God knows if it’s someone who you feel inferior too, threatened by, or just plain dislike. But dissecting every single crevice of their being as if they were a pig laid out for slaughter is not going to help you feel any better. Saying the girl over there that can pass for a Greek Goddess is a genetic miscarriage will not make you drool-worthy attractive. Jealousy is unbecoming.

And so is vocalizing unnecessary commentary about random people.

It’s annoying.

So do try and restrain yourselves.

People say we’re needy, facetious, self-criticizing, faultfinding and hypocritical human beings. And maybe inside all of us there lies a tiny bit of all those aforementioned attributes. But do we necessarily have to make it World News that we feel that way?

Try and tone it down a little. Okay. A lot.

So next time you send a guy running for the hills, you realize no one gives a crap about your self-deprecating thoughts, and you find yourself being tossed aside because you’re too busy talking about the random girl on your left?

Don’t say I didn’t tell you so.

Perfectly Imperfect

Inside the tiny crevices of our lives lie pent-up insecurities. You know, the ones that make you squirm just at the thought and that make you self-conscious when you’re confronted with the possibility of anyone else ever coming close enough to witness them?

The thing is, in this superficial, plastic mud-mass we call Earth, we can’t help but have insecurities based on physical aspects. It’s the fact that you’re five pounds over the status-quo, that you’re eyes don’t obtain any type of brilliance to them and are the color of dog crap, or that your arms have just an extra bit of skin that clings like an unwanted child.

And yet no matter how beautiful or brilliant you are, any positive qualities you have our out-weighted by those little puzzle pieces that are fragmented enough to make you cringe.

Maybe it’s human nature to zoom in on the unwanted or undesirable. Maybe we’re just so contaminated with thoughts of perfection that we are prone to depict what keeps us from reaching that aspiration.

I’m not talking about just our appearances and the physical department. Maybe we were born with a brilliant mental capability that renders us geniuses, but we also are ranging on socially inept. Or vice versa and your beauty is so that it could have been molded and sculptured by Michelangelo himself, but you tend to be viewed with having only one remotely functioning brain cell. And maybe we have a natural knack for music and are known for playing the guitar like a god, but we can’t sing to save our life.

We all have that special talent that makes us wonderful and unique and admirable. But that’s not enough for us, is it? Instead, we focus on what we can’t do. We concentrate on what amazing physical qualities we don’t have or the unfortunate ones that we do.

And we spend valuable time dreaming or raging on the possibilities of “what if”. What if I had this, or didn’t have that? It seems it’s implanted into our brains when we’re born to always want what we can’t have as well as focus on what we ill-fatedly do.

Quite frankly, it’s absurd.

I don’t mean to say that I don’t have my moments of un-catered want, because I do.

But when I dig deep I see the pointlessness of said deed.

Why can’t we focus on what gifts we do obtain and see the lack of others as nature in its purest form: unalterable. Something that is never going to change unless we fall into a pile of toxic waste and magically develop super powers capable of modifying it.

Which is highly unlikely.

So maybe it’s better that we stick with what we have and appreciate it, and cease to pin-point our every detectable flaw. Because what good will that do us besides drench us in bitter feelings and unfulfilled deception? Every blemish, talent (or lack-there-of), and imperfection makes us who we are, unique. That’s what makes the world such an extraordinary place.

If everyone was “perfect”, life would be a lack-luster gray that dulls the mind.

And we are currently the specks of color that keep it sane.

So you think you want to develop an unhidden talent for singing, magically lose any existing body fat, or have all your freckles disappear?

Well, maybe in another, perfect universe, this could all be possible.

But we’re on Earth.

And in this flawed, fault-ridden world, perfection is inexistent.

And while all those flaws and out-of-stock qualities don’t make us perfect, they make us perfectly imperfect.

Not only does that have a cool ring to it, but it is undoubtedly true.

Imperfections make your who you are.

Deal with it.




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