Perfection is a Myth Pt. 1

     It comes to me tonight that the things I said about teenage girls in my post entitled "The Somewhat Ostensible Bikini Dilemma", were sort of mean. I guess it is because deep down inside, I am angry with myself for one reason or another, or maybe something entirely different. If you are one of those girls, most of which are on my swim team, I am sincerely sorry if I offended you. The quote "The pen is mightier than the sword" is entirely relevant in this instance. It is time to think happy thoughts about everyone! Anyway, I would like to change the subject a bit from partially nude teenagers to something I find more intriguingly brilliant. (Oops! The last thing I wrote in this paragraph was probably just as offensive as my "Bikini Dilemma" post but I will leave it in anyways for the sake of a pretty well-written transitional sentence.)
     If you have read some of my other posts, you have probably read this: "(almost) perfect". Yes, the "almost" is parentheses is not a mistake. I, Sarah, do not believe in perfection. Think about it: what is perfect, anyway? Each individual human being has their own idea of what "perfect" is. There is no possible way to even reach perfection since everyone thinks of perfection in different ways. A kid named Billy could think his friend Joe is the best baseball player ever- that he is perfect. Billy could try all he wants to reach Joe's skill level because practice makes perfect, right? Nope. Billy can not physically become Joe, so Billy can not be considered perfect in his own eyes. If Joe pales in comparison to say, Alex Rodriguez on the New York Yankees, Billy will definitely never be perfect. I hope that example made at least a glimpse of sense. What I am trying to say is that there is no way to grasp perfection, hence perfection is nonexistent, a myth at best. Practice does not make perfect, it makes "better". In conclusion, I write "(almost) perfect" for a valid reason. Perfection can never be obtained when generally speaking, but hey there readers, you are perfect in my eyes always. :)
(Click here to read Pt. 2.)

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What I am currently reading: 1776 by David McCullough (Confession- I haven't really sat down and read it since Sunday, May 28th.)
In other news: 1. Yes, the last sentence of this post was completely and utterly corny beyond belief, yet I love it all the same. 2. I felt like a horrible person after I wrote some rude comments toward a few girls I actually respect on my swim team. At the moment, I am still fighting the voice inside my head that is telling me to delete that post because there are some things in there that I do not usually have the guts to say. It is a small step for a quiet girl and a giant step for shy girls everywhere. Ugh, I really need to stop with the silly puns. 3. Why am I using numbers? This is weird. 4. This whole post went completely off topic more than once. 5. Last but never least: Happy Memorial Day!