...This Isn't Just The Story Of A Girl...
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
He asked me when I became so cynical...This blog started on a piece of paper at work. Boring, white paper, with monotone blue lines, forever scared by this black pen.
A customer came in and we had a discussion, nay, a debate about the word perfect. I said it shouldn't exist because perfection doesn't exist, so everything we strive for when we strive for perfection is pure bullshit. He he'd rather strive for perfection then strive for imperfection. I said that he's being oxymoronic, because even if he was to try for perfect, he'd come up short because there is no concrete definition of the word, no matter what, we're imperfect. He asked me when I became so cynical...I said when I was 13. He left, told me to have a prefect day, and I told him it was impossible. That word is an oxymoron...fuck I hate it.
I always have the best conversations with the most random people. That last customer came in for photocopies, took five minutes, he stayed fifteen to chat with me. He's a software programmer for Microsoft. I laughed when he told me that, and asked him if he needed a can of raid to help with the bugs as I rang him through, he laughed, so did I. I love having customers that are that laid back. Makes my job better and move along a lot faster.
Sometimes I wish I was three again, what a perfect age. You have everything done for you, but your independent enough to do your own thing. You don't need to worry about the opposite sex, or school, or fashion, or what people think of you. Life was much simpler then...I bet we all wish we could be three again sometimes.
<3Ina
