Them: the Perfect People

You know what bugs me? Well, a lot of things actually, but one thing in particular that bugs me beyond measure is the ‘fake perfectness’ portrayed by Them.

You don’t know Them?

‘They’ are the Perfect People, for which they never seem to have a hair out of place, a momentary slip of ‘crazy’, a fight with their spouse, or God forbid even a hangnail.

They put on an act for all of us that everything is rosy with Them, that they don’t have the normal, everyday problems that the rest of us have, and that they skip through their perfect lives of rainbows and pots of gold and never bat an eye.

(pause while I vomit)

Yes, I’m sure you know Them. They are everywhere. I’m here to tell Them, and you, that They aren’t fooling anyone, least of all, me.

I used to beat myself up over an acquaintence who seemingly had a perfect marriage. They were all smiles all of the time, all perfectly groomed and lovely, with a string of cash in their pockets, the perfect 2.5 kids, house, pet, and cars in the driveway. Everything seemed perfect. Well, it wasn’t. It was all an act. They sure put up a good front, I tell ya… had me totally fooled and feeling oh-so-maniacal and problematic by comparison.

There are others in my life… I love them, I do. But they used to make me feel like an Ugly Giant because I was not coiffed, preened and primped as much as them. I started wondering if I had missed something major in my upbringing? I do not pull out a compact at every turn and paint on a new face everytime the clock chimes. I don’t paint my nails or even know what the heck to do with a paraffin waxer (?); make candles?  I have always felt completely and utterly savage next to them, and yes, an inferior savage.

But here’s the deal that I’ve realized. I don’t want to fake it. I don’t want to put on a front for the world that everything is rosy if it’s not. I can’t keep up the lies. While I don’t want to wear my troubles on my shoulder, I don’t think acting fake is going to help the situation at all. What? Fake myself into thinking that everything is perfect? Hardly.

I can’t stand to cart around my lipsticks and hairbrushes and steal away to the ladies room all of the time to check my appearance and paint my mouth. I am just not that kind of girl. All that time with myself in front of the mirror seems awfully silly and I might actually be missing something important! I think I’ll stick to natural- savage me. It just feels better, I’m not acting fake, trying to be someone I’m not.

That’s me, keeping it real.

And that is the bottom line, I guess. I have allowed my self- confidence to suffer because I began to compare myself to others. It is human nature I suppose, to compare oneself to another, but it is a futile activity. I don’t think it produces anything positive at all, unless you are seeking a mentor and looking for someone who is genuinely someone you would like to model yourself after while still staying uniquely you.

This is just my random thought for the day.