Humans are imperfect, and unfortunately, that includes me.These lilacs are more than perfect... These last 24 hours have been rough. I stayed up late staring at a computer screen until my contacts dried out, something I haven't done since college, trying to get our Visa applications semi-organized. I realized something I had temporarily forgotten: humans are the worst at perfection.
I think I found 2 Visas of the 11 that were error free. This does not include my own, or the one I wrote for Sam. See? I told you I'm imperfect too. I retyped Visa after Visa, often having to reprint them after I realized I'd made yet another mistake on the retyped copy. After school, my google chat never showed, nor did someone I thought was supposed to come over. Turns out I was on time for the google chat and a day early for that visitor. Oops. I think the lesson Im supposed to be learning from all of this is that I shouldn't get as angry with others for their mistakes as I do. Sometimes, I start to think I'm a superior person, but I am just as careless and thoughtless as others. It it does me no good to feel sad for having no "goodbye" note from Sam when I didn't take the time to write and sneak one into his suitcase either. I am am level with others. No better. No more moral. Maybe better at making pesto pizza, but I'm too congested to tell. Heres my reminder, to you, to me, to all humans and crappy canon printers alike: humble thyself.
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