The Daily Hassle

Laughs on the go.

diamond in the rough


Everyone has a flaw. After looking at all the beautiful people in magazines, newspapers and every other bit of damn media. I saw that nearly everyone in there has one thing in common. They look beautiful and flawless. I, never having anything about me that can be called “perfect”, convinced myself that although all the people in this medium may be gifted visually, the just had to have something wrong with them.

 
It’s all I had to do go on with my life. It’s the only thing worth believing in.


Take me, for instance. I’m intelligent, have a somewhat good looking face between my eyebrows and my bottom lip. I'm tall, dark and talented in music (2nd grade piano). Yet my only flaw is being a little overweight (beer gut since I was 9). Another example is my ex-fiancée. She’s exceptionally smart.  She’s more talented musically. She’s somewhat pretty fit, yet she’s legally blind without her glasses.

So following these observations, I decided that for this week, every person I knew, I would study them and I would make an effort spot the flaw in them. At the end of that week? Wouldn’t you know it? By Jove, I did it!

The flaw theory held ground.


Some people swore a lot (yes, this could be considered a cultural or societal flaw), others didn’t get jokes, some people are borderline deformed (caveman brows, not their fault though), some were too drunk to listen to me, others had hairy skin and yes, I’d even consider being a bad parent a flaw.


“The flaw theory held ground.

Some people swore a lot (yes, this could be considered a cultural or societal flaw), others didn’t get jokes, some people are borderline deformed (caveman brows, not their fault though), some were too drunk to listen to me, others had hairy skin and yes, I’d even consider being a bad parent a flaw.

So this made sense. In an attempt to possibly laugh at us - or even laugh at ourselves by not taking ourselves too seriously, the gods that be that created us all, did so with an additional defect. None of us are perfect.

Perhaps it’s just as well, I mean seriously - none of us usually would not be comfortable telling a supermodel our secrets, would we? We would constantly be thinking how unblemished they are since we're only looking at them physically. What we have to realise is that supermodels have flaws. The pressure, insecurities and catfights get to them. I mean you hear stories about the drugs, eating disorders and stuff like that. So with all that drama going on their life, you know it’s not perfect.

 It’s rather quite incomplete.

 
Maybe this is what life is all about, finding that thing that completes us since we are not physically or emotionally perfect. We’re all walking jig-saw pieces looking for someone to accept us as we are and in turn accept someone else’s flaw. I think I just solved the meaning of life.


My mind was Zen. I was enlightened more than Buddha (ironically my high school nickname because of said beer gut). I was strutting and strolling greeting every good looking girl walking my way, nodding my head as if I was saying “that’s right, I might be ugly, but you're not so perfect either are you?” I got weird looks. I can live with this.
 

A few weeks later I was introduced to a model doing a local fashion parade catwalk. We got to talking and it turned out she had a college education, helped the elderly in her spare time and earns more in 3 weeks than I do a year. She was obviously beautiful and a pleasure to talk with. I also learned that she’s being offered a movie deal soon.

After mentally vomiting, I slowly walked back home wondering if someone like me can get away with murder.

 
Hey I said I wasn’t perfect.