Perfection. In our endless quest to find and master it, are we really just looking for something that is a figment of our imagination?
Wow - talk about a morbid way to start a blog post. But seriously, what's with our obsession with perfection? When people talk about their wedding, they want things to go 'perfectly'. When they want to buy a house, it has to be in the 'perfect' location. Even when you have to plan a funeral, it has to be the 'perfect' send-off. Heck, as long as the dead stay dead, I'd call that a good success rate.
Like many people, we often fantasize about our 'perfect' partner. What they should wear, how they should look, talk, walk - we fuss about every single detail until we've built up our picture-perfect partner, the one who will 'complete' us. In my opinion, the only time anyone is going to 'complete' me is when they're giving me their kidney.
I used to think about my perfect man for the longest time. Want me to divulge? He had to be tall, well educated, Indian, polite, love to travel, have a great body, be a good listener, spend nights curled up in front of the TV with me, send me flowers for no reason, know how to cook - the list goes on an on. I used to wonder why I was never meeting the right men, because as soon as a guy expressed an interest in me, off went the mental checklist in my head. One mismatch and he was already in the Recycle Bin. Over time, I saw some of my girlfriends go through this same process - girl meets guy, guy is quite a catch, but girl dumps guy because he doesn't meet all the criteria. Eventually, I got just fed up of waiting for Mr Magical to walk into my life, and I decided to re-evaluate 'The List'. Now I'm just looking for a guy who's honest, fun to be with, and who can put up with my insanity - I don't care for all this 'wind beneath my wings' and other Hallmark bullshit. Mind you, just because I've scrapped my original list doesn't mean I'm settling for 'second best' - it just means I'm settling for something real.
Think about it.
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Someone that will make you laugh in 20 years' time. Someone that you'll fancy in 20 years' time. Someone that will invest enough in you, and that you want to invest in enough, that 20 years seems like fun. Someone that will remain your best friend and your lover.
It ain't about anything else, whatever yer orientation or nationality!!!
Honey, I get exhorted by the HR team asking me to settle for fourth or fifth best as the best candidate simply is difficult to get and we cant let the vacancy hold on till Ms. or Mr. Purrrrfect want to join. We do try though... same goes for life.
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