I live in a city of “perfect people” and they’re crazy lonely. Why? I suspect it’s because they don’t understand that most people don’t cozy up to perfect people.
I’ve noticed that ‘perfect’ people are about the most difficult people be comfortable with. And the Perfect people, living on the hamster wheel of perfectionism, think they’re just not perfect enough to be loved.
Truth: most people would rather be around silly and slightly sloppy – as long as they’re kind. **So, go kiss a puppy, then have a cigarrette.**