So you know how perfect is just so… perfect? And you’re just so… Not?

That sucks. Who cares? Perfect is just a bullshit concept we create to fuck ourselves over and remind us of all the ways we suck. You can never be perfect. The second you fill one gap, you’ll notice another one. The second you finally clean one spot, you’ll realize that everything else is dirty by comparison.

And don’t you love it when people use perfect as an excuse for being a dick to you? “Sorry, but I mean, no one is perfect.” Is code for, “Your concerns are totally valid, but I’m a lazy shit, so instead of addressing them, I’m just going to talk about how I can’t be awesome ALL the time.”

Oh wait that sucks? That’s cool. You know what sucks more? Constantly finding your every little flaw and cutting yourself into pieces attempting to remove it. It’s irritating when people invalidate your concerns. Still, even if someone does recognize what you’re saying, and that maybe they should not be totally fucking you over, the fact may remain, that they are imperfect, and they are lazy, and they just don’t give a shit. Worst part is, they’re probably happier for it.

You don’t want to be the asshole going around being all “I’m imperfect. I ran over your cat. That’s just life.” And that’s awesome. Don’t be. Be the not so much of asshole going “I’m imperfect. I ran over your cat. That’s just life. And I’m really fucking sorry.” Because sometimes we use “perfect” as a way to give up on ourselves and on managing our depression. Just like the assholes that suck, when we realize that we’ll never be completely clean, we stop even aiming to improve the things we can improve. Knowing that we’ll always fall short of “perfect.”

So yeah don’t be an asshole. Or do be an asshole. Either way, know that you’re not perfect, that sucks, and it doesn’t mean you’re done. You’re only done when you’re dead. In the meantime, you keep growing, imperfectly all the while.