Mumbling, mumbling.

Its been a while, yes. But I’m back, for now. My college life is growing on me. Leaving me sort of dead tired and exhausted from the excessive work, but still, growing on me.

I’m in a random mood, and have a lot stuffed up on my little head, just waiting to burst out.

Which brings me to this.

Why do people want to be perfect?

I’ve met a lot of people in my life and I’ve come across a few perfectionists.
Their life revolves around the idea of being the best and doing everything right. The way they eat, the way they dress, the way they talk, bla bla blu blu.
Most of the time I notice them obsessing over the tiniest things, that may seem insignificant to the normal human, but to them, it’s a nag they need to set straight.
I was always amused by them. I even tried it once, I admit, haha. It wasn’t fun, let me tell you. While the idea may seem rational, it’ll drive you insane. Perfect things may be pretty, but it takes a lot out of you, and makes you see the world from a different point of view. It consumes you.

Me? I like it when I put an effort to make things right, but let it possess me? No way.
I like to let loose and let things have their way, and not be in charge of everything in my life, cause where’s the fun in that? Makes life seem dull, predictable, and boring.

So yeah, i don’t know what the point of this was, really, but something i had to get off my mind. And its off. I’m done here.

P.S. Picture isn’t relevant to post, but hey this is random, and I did take it. And it is quite nice, if I must say so myself. Heheteehee.

Until next time.