Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Practically Perfect

Today, let's talk about perfection.

Why? Because I screwed up a pair of earrings, and was inspired. Also, I had no other ideas for today's blog. I feel like I should blog every day until I get in the habit of doing it, and then I can cut back to two or three times a week, or less, if I have nothing to say. So bear with me for the first few weeks of this when it seems like I have nothing to talk about. It's probably because I don't.

Back to perfection.
It's defined, by dictionary.com because I'm too lazy to go get the Webster from the next room as:

a quality, trait, or feature of the highest degree of excellence.

Now we all know that nobody's perfect, not even Mary Poppins. So why do we strive to be?
It would be horrendously boring to be perfect, wouldn't it? There would be no funny mistakes like typos or Spoonerisms (which, I'm told, were named after a Professor Spooner of Oxford who did that ALL the time).
And also, there would be no reason to do anything, because you'd already be able to do it (let's say play the guitar for the sake of example) the best you ever could. I wouldn't know what to do with my time if I wasn't trying new patterns or doing homework to learn new things. It'd be awful.

Because I am a book dork I have to bring this around to literature as well. I'm just gonna come out and say it, so sit down if you have to:

Beowulf is boring.

Why? Because he's too perfect a character.
þæt wæs god cyning!
That's basically the story in that one repeated line.
He was a good king.

*le snore*

Soo...today's um...lesson? In conclusion.
Don't try to be perfect. You won't succeed, and you'll be uninteresting if you do.
and Beowulf was a good king. You may now advance to the next section of Brit Lit.

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