Friday, July 23, 2010

Miss-Beckie-Louise's Week 11 Entry: Perfection


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Miss-Beckie-Louise's Choice: Both


I know I'm not perfect, but it shouldn't matter –right? I mean, perfection is overrated. You do what you want to do, not what anybody wants you to. You act the way you want to. I just happen to be a tomboy – it’s everyone else who has a problem with it... My comeback?

"Just remind yourself that it's okay not to be perfect. Everyone is different – we all like different things, it's not some world where everybody likes the same things. Otherwise there would be no diversity, no difference."

I hate telling people all of this; I mean, people are so small minded. I'm different, and I'm okay with that. It just happens that I like to wear plain clothes and play video games in my bedroom – there is nothing wrong with that.

My parents would love for me to be a "normal" teenage girl. By normal I'm sure they mean I’m supposed to be drinking, having sex, be included in all the high-school drama, wear makeup, run after boys and love chick flicks. To be honest; I hate all that. Well most of it, anyway. I love drinking and having sex, and boys. But make up, drama and chick flicks make me want to scratch my skin off, to curl into a ball and rock myself to keep it all together.

I hate the way girls on movies always look "Perfect". When my sister – who is a total chick, by the way – watches these movies she’s all like "ooh" and "ahh" and "Oh My God, he's so hot!"

I just roll my eyes and keep playing sci-fi games on my iPod.

There’s no such thing as perfection, and expecting people to be perfect – when it’s straight out impossible – is really just stupid. Nothing or anyone can be "perfect" – there are always flaws with something; a top is too short, a game's graphics hit an all-time low, or a spring goes in a bed.

Perfection... to hell with it.