“Did you guys catch up for the second time”
“Why? Didn’t he call?”
“He did. I did not take his call then.”
“He is perfect. He is funny and intelligent and handsome. I don’t want his image to be ruined after I meet him many times and he turns out to be a banal boring guy.”
“No. You think you are perfect and you don’t want him to know that you ain’t always the same.”
I haven’t been a quick-hookup kinda person. I take time making friends. And that is the reason that I initiate with many, but I only end up with very few. Gradual meetings turn things down for me. And I know that I am not alone in this.
It’s time we accept that imperfection is nothing but an allusion. Mind this. Allusion not Illusion. Because perfection is an illusion. It’s just a half stated fact that directs us to something that is not completely known and felt. But when we actually attempt to give in and just be real, like we do with our best friends or the love of our lives, we find that all that the world is trying to do is to “Portray an Illusion”. The most famous influencers have been the people who spoke about daily things that people can relate to. Stand up comedians who mock not the truth but with it, are the favorites.
So, I have just started enjoying it. The indecencies and the idiosyncrasies of the people when they open up to me after I do too. And trust me I am trying to getting there soon after I meet someone.
And here is what I have to mention (or tempt you with) some of my own personal experiences:-
1. The boy who brought me flowers and wore a suit on our first date, now enters the room with dirt in his shoes and bad hair, and I love him more now than I have ever loved him before.
2. The girl who claims to be my only best friend in this city, danced and cracked funny jokes to make me stand her company. But now she is cranky and angry and I know her weaknesses. And I feel more connected to her.
3. I had a very superficial relationship with my dad until I left home. Then he started calling me up and we talked about little things. I still can’t imagine how we never even smiled together and now he cracks same shitty joke 10 times and I give him a look saying “daddy, kitni Baar?” And he laughs saying “Are ye vaala thoda alag hai.”
It’s all about the little things that unite us and make us all one. First impression is always a bullshit. So get real. Get Imperfect. You will be loved.