human

the mask. the facade. the display to others of something other than we are. yet, in the end we are still human.

i find myself most drawn to people when i see a flaw in them, when they show me they are human... sometimes it's hard to really genuinely understand that about people until they show themselves flawed. flaws are the most endearing of things. by telling me that you're not perfect, you're placing yourself on my level... because I am CERTAINLY NOT perfect. I have so many flaws and downfalls, i could fill a book describing them... yet, it's so easy to put up the facade of perfection... i do it, too. i only show people what is brilliant about me and mask my flaws... i put on some concealer and lipstick and mascara, and *bam* i'm a different person. what's funny to me, speaking of external facades, and maybe even internal ones, is that people are still most drawn to the most perfect seeming people. the people with the perfect hair, the perfect teeth, the symmetrical face, the expensive makeup... the constant smile, even if plastered on... the fashionable clothes... the lean body... i guess it's because we live in a society of perfection.
but i despise perfection. maybe it's because i'm so imperfect, but mostly because it's not honest. as humans, we are INCAPABLE of attaining perfection... and so to sell yourself to others as perfect is saying that you consider yourself above others, and that is not endearing. If i find out that you also struggle with something in life, then i love you all the more, because in your imperfections... i guess i find a place i can be needed... a place i can serve... and in imperfections i can find a friend, because i have been and am there, in that imperfectness.