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Thursday, September 23, 2004
  Proud To Be An Imperfectionist

I've decided I'm an imperfectionist. I think this is so based on my belief that "a lick and a promise" is sufficient in almost everything I do. You would think that being an imperfectionist is easy. Au contraire. Yeah, it let's you sleep a little later in the morning. Bed hair and a few wrinkles never hurt anyone. And why make the bed when you're just going to be in it in a few hours? That's all well and good, but we imperfectionists have our moments too. Like you know those times when someone is coming to visit, and you have no clue how to suddenly be perfect? Or how about when we get our pictures taken? Our lips are never moist and our smile is always crooked/dumb. The collar on our shirt is up on one side. The cakes we bake always fall. And we only know one mediocre recipe to bring to pot luck...it only has three ingredients at most and takes fifteen minutes. We're the ones who have no problem hemming a skirt with tape. We use safety pins freely and don't think twice. We buy things that don't quite fit because it was a bargain, so it's just fine the way it is. We're easy to please. If we run into someone who knows the right way to set the dining room table, we're awestruck. If we ever made it to the Miss America Pageant, we'd be the one walking across the stage in our bikini with toilet paper stuck to our shoe. We know we will never be the star of anything or win awards. We leave that to the perfectionists. We are truly happy for them. They deserve the accolades. We know how hard it is to get there. We choose not to. We're comfortable. We're imperfectionists and we like it. Kinda like the lyrics in a song "... drinking champagne, my girl she drink malt liquor. She gettin drunk jes the same" Yep. I don't know what our purpose in life is other than making the perfectionists look even better. We may not be legion, but by the looks of things, I'd say we'd make quite a crowd. And if we did get together I'm betting most of us would have toilet paper sticking to or out of something! We imperfectionists would like to say that we rock, but mostly we just roll. It's a good thing.
 
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