Love Life Period... F' Perfection

Umk so my peoples posted this thing on her blog about men and what she wants in a man (to strive for perfection) and blah blah blah. (Not to say it wasn’t interesting I just don’t feel like going into deeper detail... want to read it? It's under my My Bloggers link as C's) and I couldn’t help but feel some sort of anger towards it. Yes it’s all women empowering and what not but, I mean... and this is just me... a MAN who is striving for something that he knows he will never achieve is an idiot. Just my take on it. Like, what do you mean you know you will never achieve perfection? That you will never be God but... BUT WHAT? It’s ok to PRETEND? Whatever. I want a man who knows what he wants in life and who is content with achieving what he can (because in the long run he is a happier person… no all CEO’s aren't happy people). Have dreams! Reach for the skies! I would never take that from anyone. But don’t lock yourself in a room for years wondering how you can achieve perfection. IT’S NOT POSSIBLE! (Unless you look at those people who are just so full of themselves they think their perfect… a sin in God’s book mind you) All of that “oh my god I have to be better than everyone on earth,” just breeds aggravation and frustrations which sometimes is the reason for tension in a relationship. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying I want a man who is ok with being a nobody ni**a. But, what I am saying is that claiming that you want to be perfect because you’re created in the image of God and he is... is NOT what’s poppin. Be the best that YOU can be! Remember that from grade school? And once you reach a place where you are happy then stay there. Then when you’re no longer Happy, move on to bigger and better things. Don’t move on just because though. You may miss out on the one thing that you felt at peace with doing. If sweeping floors makes you happy and you have a good woman behind you that understand that then damit… SWEEP THEM FLOORS!

What happened to I’m behind my man 100% even if he is a f**k up at times. Whatever happened to genuine love? It seems that now-a-days all we care about are the shoes on a man’s feet and the type of car that he’s driving. Or now that we females are in college, “What his major is?” (Some Ghettoite smacking gum and all) Uh... let’s think about this… most motha fu**as don’t get the job that they received a degree in (men and women). Scenario: Ya got wit dude because he had a major that you just KNEW he was going to make guap in. Ya fall in love. Ya both graduate and he ends up flippin burgers. To leave or not to leave? THAT is the question! And if you stay ladies, how long are you willing for him to wait to get on his feet and find a good job? Do you leave him like Will Smith's good for nothing wife in The Pursuit of Happiness or do you stick it out and wait for him to become CEO of some major corporation. Answer truthfully now!

Damn I just went off on a really big tangent... to get back to what I originally began to ponder on.

Why is it that people always have to be the best of the best? While you’re out there over achieving working 24hour shifts just because you want to make more money than the next man (this does not apply to those families where it is necessary to work long hours just to buy a loaf of bread) what are you missing out on? Will you miss your child’s first words, first steps, and birth even? This society has drilled it into our brains that if we don’t strive to be perfect then we will be close or less than nothing.
My father was pissed at me when he found out that I wanted to teach. "They don’t make enough money," he said. "You love and do well in science why not be a Doctor," he said. Ya know what I said. I don’t care about the money as long as I’m happy and being a teacher is what’s going to make ME HAPPY. Then he exclaimed, "Well at least be the principal or the head of the School Board!" F**king why though! Because their position is higher than that of the teacher? Because the more people I command the more perfect I am? F**k that! I don’t want to stress my life away concerned about other people not in my Microsystem (look it up). I don’t want to care about the next b**ch and what she has on or if she’s than me because her job pays more than mine (and I don’t care what ya’ll say that subconscious of yours is thinking that s**t). I’m content with living, breathing, and being in the working class. S**T... it’s been proven that people in working class families are better people any fu**ing way! Their happier their children are more mentally stable. And they are more likely to NOT do drugs. Like... let’s get it together people! Don’t let this society tell you that you have to be lawyer or a doctor to be someone. And don’t let the Priest tell you that you have to be Jesus in order to gain salvation. Perfection is what you make it.

If you read all of this KUDOS to you. and thank ya much!