Them there be words that maybe cause one to raise an eyebrow. You know. It's kinda like countin' on ten fingers to get to 110%. (When a varmint says "I'm gonna give it 110%" it causes me to vomit varmint.)
Oh, I/we understand commercialism, and good intent. A quick Google of "Perfection Plus" led me to hair salons, Porsche repair shops, boat varnish, decorative concrete, auto detail shops, yada. The Brits awakened to the idea first, tugging on the sleeve of godaddy.com to honker in on THE perfectionplus.com to peddle their dental products.
I just kinda sorta think there ain't no such thing among us humans as perfection plus. Who among us ain't had skidmarks?
Yes, sure, sure sure - we awaken with good intent. We we read self help diddies on how to be a better person, friend, mate, cook, gardner.. we read the Bible.. we set goals.. we monitor our progress.. our intent is perfect, but shut the door Mable, we're gonna stupidly blurt, take a day off from exercising, and burn the damn potatoes. We be human, hear us error.
I've never really been in a fistfight, ain't ashamed of that, it's just never happened. Sure, boxed in gym class, rassled with neighborhood kids about "out/safe", had my veins popping out over things friends have said - but I ain't never struck anyones jaw - and again, perfectly fine with all that. (There's that word again.)
That said, I've beat the crap outta myself all my life. "Bad parent... dumb thing to have said... shoulda studied more for that anatomy/kinesiology test insteada gone to the River with friends.. could/should get a better job.. I don't like you mirror... ashamed, I should be ashamed."
No more. Eh, I say that, thinking I will be perfect (oops) in not belittling myself - but I do think I won't be, haven't been so harsh as the wrinkles add up.
I absolutely think "striving to be the best" is really really nifty... perfection though, it just ain't real. Mebbe "striving to be the best I CAN BE" yeah, but not "striving to be the best (always, in everything)"... "Striving to be the best I CAN BE" hell to the yes, right on, go for that..(as the song says "I can go for that, oh oh oh".. perfect. (Damnit darnit.)
Me thinks we all know people who THINK they are perfect. Victor? You ain't gonna start talking politics areya? Nope. That ain't trump in this blog...
I ain't gonna name names, oh hell, why not.. Patrick Reed.. just won the Masters.. He's exhibited behavior that he's pretty damn proud of himself. Victor, were you rooting against him because he is one of those that kinda sorta thinks they're perfect? Mebbe. Eh, he wins out anyways, marching to the bank to deposit his $1.98 million dollar check.
You know the ones.. the perfect ones. never their fault. Braggadocios without preliminary exhibition of same. NEVER make a mistake. PERFECT. (Pardon me while I throw up the burnt potatoes.) Even ole' Patrick had ELEVEN bogeys en route to his big payday.
The older I get, the less I beat myself up. Probably has more to do with "hell, I can't reach everywhere to beat me up anymore" but I'd like to think it's mebbe I'm more of a realist, and perfection is a bit unrealistic.
You gotta love those with high expectations - but too ya gotta pick 'em up, prop 'em up when failure happens - and failure happens to all us folks.
WHAT are you trying to say here Victor? Is there a perfect message? Ahm, if you were to peek at the name of this blog, 'checkenginelight', it's all about how life just ain't perfect, but that's ok. To me, it really helps to understand that for when the lows happen, and, to put my butt back into place when the chest-puffing-out moments happen.
Victor that's perfect.
GWACK@#%OERWROIUGHTYHA#@$^......oops, sorry, one last sliver of potato snuck out.
Have a perfect day. Your hair looks perfect Donald.
Just kidding, love, Victurd
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