Im an array of imperfections on display – Grimm from Darwins Waiting Room
There is not one human being that is perfect. That being said, we still try to touch the intangible. What is perfect anyway? No, really. What is it, I don’t have a clue. I am sure that I could ask one hundred people and get one hundred different answers, even if just slightly. So are we looking for our perfection, others perfection but by our definition, or do we not even know. Fuck, I know I am confused.
I personally rather pursue the best version of myself as opposed to perfection. I will never be another person’s definition of perfect even if I am perfect for them. Compromise seems to be a skill that we should innately have, but some folks have an unapologetic approach to life and I them well. Me? Imperfections I can deal with, assholism not so much.
Facebook is my personal devil. I keep a close eye on what is going in Florida with my daughter Gianna. Sometimes getting rewards of cool pictures, but sometimes getting vicarious daddy syndrome. I see enjoying her life with another man in the picture as a father figure and sometimes it hurts. I guess I really beat myself up a lot, probably more than people know. I feel out of touch with her at times and wish I could go pick her up and go somewhere. It may never be like that again, but a man can hope.