Monday, April 29, 2013

THE FIRST 100 of LIFE AS IT REALLY IS

This is blog-post number 100. I have been pretty good at publishing new posts every week since May 25th, 2011 and it has been very enjoyable for me, and hopefully also for you.
The reason I started this blog LIFE AS IT REALLY IS, was to communicate on a more regular schedule with our families in Denmark and Sweden, as well as with the few friends we have here in the USA. I figured that about 10-15 readers would click in weekly - but I was wrong.
Today my blog has been visited by more than 15,000 readers from over 112 countries, and growing every day. I am so totally in awe. I have formed friendships with several people around the world through this blog and I still enjoy writing. The thing about the writing is that I still write "for me", just thoughts and ideas and stuff. That other people enjoy reading what I write is just so awesome - and I will write as long as you want to read what I write.
I thought that I would make the whole 100 posts library available to you, so you can either bookmark or favorite this specific post and read whenever you wish - as I'm sure you might have missed a few on the way - so no more excuses, huh? I hope you will enjoy and thank you so much for reading - really...
Abbreviations – the long version
Age – wanna be younger?
Asking Peter – watch out Dear Abby
Being in love - dramatically dims the light of common sense
Being shy – but being in control
Breaking up is hard to do – or too easy?
Cheating – not a nice thing to do
Children – I didn’t like them back then
Chivalry – what the heck happened?
Compliments – if you dare anymore
Consumers – we are not that ignorant
Cruising in a school bus – at 32,000 feet
Dating – a world of anxieties
Dear politician – ten generic demmandments to lead by
Diets – and good luck with that
Diversity – how awesome is that?
Dreams – not all about sex unfortunately
Fitness – actually rather awesome
Freedom of speech – with a big but
Giving thanks – but just once a year
Halloween – what you don’t know
Happy Kringle – and thank you so much
Holidays – to greet or not to greet
I do love you – but not that way
I have great taste – and so do you
It’s my birthday – so, whatever
Jealousy – a lousy emotion
Kissing – read this and is a kiss still a kiss?
Know thy neighbor – love is optional
Labor Day – a reason I came to America
Lego – pastel bricks helping with equality
Let’s talk about sex – but we really don’t
Life – the option really sucks
Lise, my doll – stuffing we find comfort in
Listen - if you want to know a secret
Logic – doesn’t always make sense
Music – are we really listening?
New Year resolutions – an A for effort
No explanation needed – but here it is anyways
People watching – and you are being watched
Perfection – isn’t that too boring?
Personal ads – and why it can work
Pets - are people too; whatever
Plastic surgery – should I get one?
Poetry oh poetry – yeah, whatever
Political correct – what’s up with that?
Relationships – am I any good at it?
Rubbernecking – not just for exercise
Rumors – please don’t start any about me
Same sex marriage – what’s the big deal?
Santa Claus – I finally know the truth
Say cheese – to delete or not to delete
Sex sells – and now you are curious
Singing – but do we really have to?
Skiing with Peter – if you dare
Speedos & Thongs – not a lot of cover up
Sports – are we having fun yet?
Taking me for granted – please don’t
Teenager – a world of confusion
Television – the more the better
Thanksgiving – and do you know why?
The island – who would you invite?
The lottery – do you really want to win?
The truth – can you handle it?
To tell you the truth – I don’t know if I’m lying
Travel – tripping the legal way
Traveling – the fun we can find
Trust – do we use it the right way?
Trying to comprehend - can make us dizzy
We are what we eat – I hope not
We dance – but why?
What in the world – good stuff to know
What’s in a name? – a lot and then some
Whatever – and stuff I don’t understand
Who am I really? – time to update me
Who’s to blame? – anybody but me
Women, me & equality (and it rhymes)
Young people – not getting enough credit

Monday, April 22, 2013

TEENAGER – a world of confusion?

From age 13 through 19, we go through adolescence. Of course (duh) it comes from Latin adolescere, which appropriately means: to grow up. The fact is that some of us do grow up a lot in those formative years and then some of us don’t grow up as much, at all; but harsh reality is that we all, including parents, more or less wobble through this time, this world of confusion better known as teenager.
We are conceived, and don’t do much else than getting bigger, for nine months in a rather confined space. Then we are delivered and start crying, which we do for the next year or so. We breathe, eat, poop, sleep and continue that crying thing – what a life. We are dependent on just about anything we can think of to survive – and some continue staying dependent deep into their mid-thirties and beyond.
Walking is somewhat mastered; we start feeding ourselves, sometimes finding the mouth. A few words like ksbi&^$kj vcodjbvs are quickly translated into “she said DAD…” We become house-trained, meaning semi unassisted potty transactions, and so forth. We celebrate our birthdays and funny enough, in the beginning we want to be older than we are – at least till we hit mid-thirty and then we want to be younger; what a silly world. But before we become so-called adults, we must go through a transitional stage of physical and psychological human development (chaos?), better known as being a teenager.
When we look at this confusing world, this intermediate period between childhood and adulthood, with all its new and curious physical developments, sponsored by racing hormones and hair growing in really weird places; and what about the baffling sexual progress or lack of, as well as social, emotional and psychological turmoil, then we can only shake our heads and roll our eyes and wonder how the heck we got through it all – and I mean: the teenagers as well as the parents.
It is utterly important remembering that this is not just about those teenagers and their survival, but also about the parents and their survival as well. Sure parents should have an advantage due to experience, as in been there done that, but that does not guarantee a fluent and smooth transition for their (teenage) kids – no guarantees what-so-ever. So we are ALL more or less on a blank page about what do we do now? And this is where we should try to improve dramatically – this is where we must communicate a lot more and underline the importance that we do respect each other and we do want to support each other’s feelings, emotions and confusions, by appreciate and understand each other equally through all this new fast-forward stuff. But you see, we do not do that – but we really should – don’t you agree? Sitting down and caring for each other is the only way.
Some of the good stuff a new teenager experience is more freedom, friends, exploring one-self, getting that license to drive and appreciating that wrinkles are not a problem – yet.
Some of the not so good stuff being a teenager are new responsibilities, homework & school (for some), moodiness and emotions going up and down, insecurities, body changes (at times rather awkward ones) and the fact that kiddy-things are not appropriate any more, at the same time doing the adult things are not reached - yet. Does peer-pressure ring any bells?  Oh and then there is that parent thing, at times not agreeing with the direction their teenager wants to go – or feel ready to go.
And let’s all remember that the maturity level for teenagers are not even close to digesting a lot of these new things going on with them physically, emotionally and mentally. And that is one part of the equation we, the parents do not fully grasp. When we “grasp” it and more so understand what the kids are going through, the whole teenage thing will be a lot easier – for everybody.
This whole issue is a lot bigger than what I can bring up within 1,200 words, but that does not mean it is not important – quite the opposite. I believe that these 7 developmental years are utterly important for the quality of the lives ahead of us. We experience insecurities on so many levels and it is essential that we learn how to handle the issues associated to these (confusing) feelings. It’s a must that we learn what is important and what is not – and then deal with them accordingly. This is where parents and teenagers must listen to each other, and not so much to lecture, but to open up and place understanding each other as a huge priority.
As teenagers we are very sensitive to the world around us. It’s like everything is magnified a trillion times (and in some cases even more so). We take rejections very hard, if it’s a break-up with someone, or being made fun of, ridiculed though it was not meant to be or not getting the A on the math-test that we assumed we’d get. Participating in sports can be an emotional roller-coaster and of course the most important aspect of teenage-hood is how we fit into the social scene around us. Our emotions are so hyper and delicate that it does not take much to bring us down. We want to be accepted, so when that doesn’t happen, we feel devastated – which is not good for our ego, at all. You see, we are not mature enough to enjoy time with ourselves – not even close. The social network, the person-to-person face-to-face thing, as well as cell-phones and Facebook like sites, play huge parts identifying who we are, how we fit in and how popular or not.
To calm those insecurities and anxieties concerning acceptance, the parents must be supportive and fully understand (remember) how it is, what emotions bring on depression, confusion and disappointment. My beef has always been that the better we know ourselves, the more solid of a relationship we have with ourselves, the better we feel about whatever we are met with out there in the social world and the better we are about building relationships with our peers. But the deal is, that teenagers (without generalizing – much) do not have that maturity level to see that – yet. And that is also okay; so in this situation we, the parents, must try do understand that and be supportive accordingly. You see, this is all new to our kids – but it is also all new to the parents and that is where we need to work the magic of diplomacy – across the table with understanding and compassion.
Teenagers want to explore, they must explore to learn stuff; it’s simply part of growing up. So they test the waters and at times beyond what parents find acceptable and the hammer comes down. NO and the kid is pissed, but not so much because they are not allowed to do whatever, but more so because they weren’t explained a reasonable WHY or WHY NOT.
Our youngest son got his driver’s license and a car of his own. He was 16 and we found him responsible (for a 16 year old – teenager). One day I got that call I had dreaded: he had rear-ended another car, but he was fine as well as the other driver was fine. He had lost concentration for a split second and BANG.
I grabbed my keys and raced over to the site of the accident. His car had a small dent, but the other car didn’t look too good (was actually declared a total loss). And then my reaction: I screamed bloody hell and idiot and all kinds of derogatory nasty names towards him – I went totally overboard; my son just stood there, teary-eyed.
On the way home I realized what a total jerk of a parent I had been. I immediately found that the reason I had reacted as I did, was NOT because I was angry at him, but simply because I was scared stiff. The old: WHAT IF? had popped up. I apologized profusely and explained the reason for my outburst. You see, in reality he did not mean to get in an accident and for me and for him, it was important that we understood each other, and underline that paying attention while driving is a matter of life and death. No, he has not been in any accidents since.
My point is: if we as parents and teenagers can communicate as in talking and listening a heck of a lot more to each other and try to understand how we feel and why we feel, and fully accept that we are on different maturity levels, we will ALL help each other along so much better. Parents must not categorize teenagers as missions impossible, as well as the teenagers should not look at parents as being totally clueless, because we are far from clueless. So if we can overcome the wall between us and we could ALL listen, wouldn’t that be great?
I remember my teenage years as a mixture of confusion, insecurities, anxieties, excitement, first love (several times), first kiss (even more so), but in retrospect I would have liked to have had my parents more involved, as they were not involved at all through those years, other than: “hey, what’s up?” (But in Danish).
So why not give it go, sit down with each other and chat away. Listening and trying to understand and appreciate and compromise, etc. is so essential – and perhaps that world of teenager is not going to be so utterly confusing. Are you all willing to try?  I’m glad to hear that you are…
SUGGESTION DEPARTMENT:
If you are a teenager, why not have your parents read this?
If you are (a teenager’s) parent, why not have your kid(s) read this?

Monday, April 15, 2013

LOGIC – doesn’t always make sense

Chopin composed a beautiful little piece for piano called: Waltz in D Flat Major, better known as The Minute Waltz. The thing is that for most of us, it takes about a minute and forty-nine seconds to play; nobody can play that piece in one minute, not even Chopin – it is physically impossible. Was time slower back in the early 1800 or was he trying to be funny? It should have been called: The One Minute and Forty-Nine Second Waltz. My point is: logic doesn’t always make sense.
I think we use the term logic rather loosely, where we should probably use the phrase assumption in its place – being the much looser version of logic. Now, if you have paid attention through the many posts published in this blog by yours truly, you must know by now that I am not a huge fan of assumptions. It’s a term indicating an understanding based on something not totally realistic and without much logical validity. Kind of a term we hide behind, stating (loosely) a more or less made up opinion or what about basic guesswork; ring any bells?
Yeah, here they go again: of course the Greeks came up with the word LOGIKE (they were such bad spellers), but more civilized societies quickly turned it into logic. It explains the mode of valid reasoning; a known action causing a predicted reaction. You stick any of your fingers or somebody else’ nose (which is a lot more fun) into a burning candle (the action) and that will cause extreme pain, loud screaming and use of terrible language (the predicted reaction). The logic is, that since somebody told you that it would hurt like Hell (and it certainly did), your response was predictable – it was a logical reaction. If you don’t believe me, try it…
Logic can to some extent be connected to consistency, that validity thing, completeness and soundness; but don’t be fooled, because logic can shoot out of the water by the smallest diversion. What I’m concerned, logic must cover its butt fully to be, well – logical. Experience makes it consistent, which validates the reaction as it completes the soundness of the predicted screaming and yelling (by either you or the unfortunate person behind the nose). But it has to be totally consistent to be filed under logic; I knew you would agree…
So we should only use logic when any form of diversion is non-existent; if that’s not possible, then pull out the bag of assumptions, please. Real live logic is of course found big time within mathematics (most sciences), where two plus two makes four (again and again). Even utterly complicated mathematical problems have logic attached, not just the two plus two, but a lot of that I do not understand and never will, logic or no logic.
I was 13 and rather nerdy and shy when I walked up to Berit (hot as could be – hubba hubba) and asked if she would be my girlfriend; she said not even if it would help the space-program, while laughing hysterically (go figure). My idiot friends, supportive and compassionate (duh) were laughing just as hard while spitting out between their teeth: “predictable logic” or something close to that – jerks.
But to me, it was not illogical to go ask Berit, because there was a chance, no matter how bloody thin, that she might have said that I had one in a million chances to ever be her boyfriend. You see, that would mathematically have left me with a speck of hope. So the whole thing did have a possibility attached, but unfortunately not enough to be filed under a predictable logical outcome; 100% logic was not involved – according to me. Berit and I did end up dating for a short time a few years later, proving my one in a million chances theory correct; so take that…
My point is that logic should not be used so freely, because for the most part, we are not using it correctly. Berit turned me down on my first try, not really based on logic, but based on the laws of nature (I was so nerdy and she was soooo hot); it was an expected outcome due to the same set of laws: unrealistically predicted expectations and common sense – duh… (Crap, I nearly wrote logic…)
But logic is not the only word or term we are using incorrectly if we need to be correct. On these shores you say: “sleeping with” when you actually mean “having sex with” (I never figured out WHY that is – I mean: really?) Most people say: “It’s raining outside” My logic says: “Where the heck else would it rain – inside?” Misplacing a boomerang is an assumption; but wouldn’t logic tell us that we can’t throw it away? Logically this blog’s Australian readers must be able to confirm this - and so forth…
Of course this whole logic issue is so totally up to our own interpretation as we see fit, as we understand and then use it. For the most part we all understand what you mean, and in most cases we will not sue you for misuse. It’s like telling the truth where we are not particularly telling the truth as a true reality, but we are telling the truth as we believe it is – and we do so truthfully (for the most part). All this works for me on so many levels and I’m sure you can clearly see the logic in that – or didn’t I explain myself well enough? Oh so deep…


BUT LET’S FINISH ON A LIGHTER NOTE
Young boy: “When I grow up I want a moustache - just like Grandma’s”…
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Wife: “I want a divorce. All these years you have never understood a word I have said…”
Husband: “What do you mean?”
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She refused to give mouth-to-mouth CPR, because she was not that kind of girl…
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He ate way too many sweets and went into candy-mortis…
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You look familiar…
Yeah, I hear that a lot – especially from my wife…
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Remember age is just a measure of time, not a measure of knowledge or maturity
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Is it possible to tie somebody up with no strings attached?
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Did you know that Tchaikovsky had BALL BUSTERS as the original title for his famous ballet before it was titled THE NUTCRACKER?

Monday, April 8, 2013

DREAMS –not all about sex, unfortunately

Dreams are a parade or succession of images, ideas, lots of emotions, sensations, situations, a vast variety of “interesting” people and my all-time favorite: fantasies (hubba hubba). Regrettably we are in no control of what we are going to dream about, because dreams occur involuntarily during certain stages of sleep; and interestingly enough, we pretty much have no idea what causes our trips into the world of dreams - seriously.
Scientifically, philosophically and even religiously (whatever to the last one), we have little to no clue what is going on. Sure we can measure dream activities with all them things with long wires in different colors meaning something important, glued to temples, forehead, a nose and chest-hairs, while connected to computer like machines.
One thing we have found is that dreams occur during REM, when brain activity is at its highest during sleep. This can last from a few seconds to about twenty minutes. What? You don’t know what REM is? Oh I’m sorry, I thought you knew everything. REM = Rapid Eye Movement; the activity telling us that we have reached the peak of our sleep and that our brain is now in turbo charge mode.
We all have dream-stories, things we “experienced” while sleeping. I seriously believe that we also have a tendency to elaborate on what we dreamt and I also think that some of the stuff we dream about makes us a tad embarrassed, uncomfortable and make us feel a bit awkward; and not based on any reality at all – go figure.
A few weeks ago, I realized that Tina (actually her real name) was in one of my dreams. How Tina, who is a good friend of ours whom we have not seen in a million years, suddenly appeared in a dream of mine is weird (or interesting, if you prefer). No I am not going to tell you in what capacity Tina appeared, as that is none of your business; but I can tell you that the term awkward comes to mind. And for those of you taking notes: I did not dream about Tina, but she was in one of my dreams – big difference.
Scientifically the study of dreams is called oneirology (don’t worry, I can’t pronounce it either). I like dreams; doesn’t sound so perverted, huh? We believe that besides us Homo sapiens, birds and (other) mammals dream as well. That will explain why Tess, our dog, is mumbling and drooling and running in place while sleeping. I always wonder what the hell she is dreaming about…I wish she would tell me; but she just gives me the look that says: none of your business.
On an average we have 3-5 dreams per night. Most of them we can’t remember and then we have the occasional dreams we can recall and at times that is unfortunate.
As much as we want to, dreams of sexual content are unfortunately rare; about 8-10%, depending on age. Sexually oriented dreams are what we recall more vividly. We don’t talk a lot about them, mostly because of the participants involved; in some cases these are other than the significant others in our (real) lives. So we keep a lot of those dreams to ourselves and peace on earth – at least peace in our own little world.
Dreaming about somebody sexually, having some wild and “interesting” few minutes in DreamLand, should never be treated as cheating (link below). Remember that we are not in control of what we dream about, so feeling guilty and perhaps embarrassed is silly, but at times hard to negate.
I used to have many dreams about girls and sexual encounters with same way back when I was younger (that would be 1832); it would all be grand in my dreams. I would be Mr. Cool himself, top stud-muffin. But back on Earth, I returned to being very young, awkward, inexperienced and insecure; all those great things teenagers are “blessed” with – remember?
 It is really weird that we don’t know much about dreaming. And this goes all the way back to 5,000 – 4,000 BC (or BEC, which means: Before Era of Christianity – so there). So the thing is that you and I probably know as much about that nighttime stuff than anybody else – and in a way, that is really cool.
But what is not cool is that most of our dreams are negative – sorry to say. And then some are not really dreams anymore. We experience frightening stuff, exciting in negative ways, magical and adventurous, lots of anxieties, fear, horror, despair, sadness and loss. We often find ourselves running in place like crazy trying to escape monsters, past girl-friends, most dentists, property tax-collectors, etc. That is what we call nightmares – duh… Real bad nightmares are for the most part occurring from stress, anxieties and other nasty real life emotions.
Are there exceptions? You bet you. I am not stressed what-so-ever (remember: I’m bloody retired); I live a very comfortable life and do not have a heck of a lot of worries to consider – so there. But in spite of that I still have really nasty nightmares about this and that – really horrid. So I go: Where the heck is all this coming from? And the scientific answer? We have no (explicit) clue.
You see, the thing is that I wake up sweating and swearing and then acknowledge it was only a dream. I lie awake for some moments and believe that I can go back to sleep and dream something more pleasant. But too often I go straight back to the nasty stuff, again and again – so I escape by getting up and do other stuff, other than sleeping.
At times we might acknowledge that we have an occurring dream – one from weeks ago, again last night and so forth. But it has been found that in most cases we don’t. It is only a dream we had that one time, but it feels like we dreamt it all before so vividly – again and again.
Back in the good old days, dreams were religiously dissected – literarily. Such and such dream meant this and that – and bad luck if you had a nasty dream that would cause severe adjustments and bodily harm in real life – better keep quiet, huh? By the way, Freud believed dreams stemmed from deep desires and anxieties (did he mean sex and taxes?)
Unfortunately most of our dreams are negative, as in not that pleasant, a tad confusing and disturbing and some are downright Yuk. But when we do have pleasant dreams, and not just laced with sex, but just nice, sweet, lovely and innocent dreamlike fantasies, keeping us floating around all night (it seems), we wake up feeling really good, with a gentle smile on our faces – and very rested (sigh).
Sure we wish sweet dreams to the people around us, but as you can see, it’s a lot easier said than done.
Link

Monday, April 1, 2013

PERFECTION – isn’t that too boring?

I don’t want to be perfect or be called perfect, because I consider it a huge insult. I fully understand that you might see perfection in me, but please do not tell me – I beg you. But if in a moment of insanity laced weakness you blurt out how perfect I am, I would feel sad and distraught. And why would I feel that way? Because I find that perfection is boring – and I don’t want to be considered boring – do you?
Perfection is the state of completeness, of utmost flawlessness. The old Greek dude Aristotle explained a few years back perfection as something which is complete and contains all essential parts, something that is so good that it cannot to any extent be made any better or something that has attained its full purpose. So to some extent we do use “perfect” correctly; not perfectly, but at least correct for others to understand what we mean.
Some self-proclaimed brainy dudes came up with the statement that a singular paradox would be that the greatest perfection is imperfection. And my brain burps and goes into deep confusion, screaming: whatever!
But then I realize that this statement could have some merit. This is what I think: People (as in you and I) are not perfect – because it is impossible for us to reach perfection – though a few of us are getting pretty darn close. So let’s swing with that and then consider that we could be perfect in-spite of our imperfections or more so because of our imperfections. So we are as perfect as can be, because we (as in you and I) cannot be perfect, but we can reach perfection with our imperfections. Makes sense to me; how about you, too fast?
Anyway, the reason I am not willing to be perfect or be called perfect, two situations I have successfully avoided so far, but only barely, is that when you have reached this level of completeness and flawlessness, you have absolutely nowhere to go. You cannot expand or develop any further and wouldn’t that quickly make you predicable to a fault and eventually boring? Yes it would, if you agree or not.
You see, the unpredictability in us Homo sapiens, within legal ramifications, is what makes us charming, exciting and fun to party with – well, most of us, huh? Okay, so this unpredictability can also expose sides not so charming, but at least it is not as utterly boring as perfection would be – do you see what I mean?
But the silly thing is that we still keep trying to improve ourselves and more than often with perfection as a guiding light, a goal we will never reach. I have nothing against any effort made that will help advance our lives, concerning who we are, relationships we are involved in and so forth; I am so totally for that, so if reaching for perfection will get the ball rolling - hallelujah. We are for the most part aiming too high this way – but we are for the most part also smart enough to know that, so it’s okay.
What about the ethical question whether women or men are perfect or should be perfect? Wouldn’t that clash with some kind of super-human form, an image so hard to put together even using our most vivid imagination? And when we finally think we got it right – then what? Again, we have nowhere to go, nowhere to expand beyond. So this super human will quickly go dull and boring, and will never be invited to another party – how sad is that?
Some people find my good friend George Clooney to be a perfect male specimen. I personally see the image of Lara Croft (hot first name, really) in Tomb Raider as being the alpha female body (with no human comparative, of course – yes I know that, duh); but Angelina Jolie did play the part (physically) very fitting…
The small village of Saint Paul de Vence in the South of France lingers in my memory as one of the most perfect spots on earth. So many times with friends and dinners and conversations; lots of laughter and great near-to-perfect moments. A multitude of perfect times with my wife; as a human being she is not perfect, but to me she is so darn close to perfection (and therefor rarely boring).
Our trip to New York City and Washington DC a couple of years ago with our two sons (young adults) was traveling as good as it ever gets; many moments when visiting my Mother in Denmark. When napping with my dog resting on my legs and the cat curled up next to my head; and the list is very long.
These are of course not moments and places of perfect perfection, but on a human scale of reality they are so close that it doesn’t matter how perfect or not that they are or that they were; life doesn’t get much better than any of that – really.
When somebody has finished something or what-not, we round it up with perfect, meaning that the task has been completed, and we all understand that. It doesn’t mean that it can’t get any better, but just acknowledging that it’s okay and/or fine or good job or whatever; the term perfect fits the bill.
We don’t use perfection as much and when we use it, we more so mean close to excellent. But it’s not a completely lost word, as perfection has special meaning in math; it gives a proper name to certain numbers that demonstrate uncommon properties; but you already knew that, huh?
And we have perfect numbers (28 with divisors 14, 7, 4, 2 and 1) –what? We have a perfect flower that just happens to be bi-sexual (which makes dating a piece of cake). Aristotle also told close friends that he saw perfect as in complete, and I agree with him, as I see complete as done as well as can be done – at that time.
We acknowledge the impossibility of reaching perfection ourselves, but that doesn’t hold us back looking at people, images and things that we will and do consider perfect; doesn’t matter if it’s real or imagined (or my favorite: fantasized).
I like the words perfect and perfection. Even after all of the above, they both tell me that we tried our best, and if that reached the summit of excellence or not, that is pretty perfect to me.
As an afterthought: I’m actually okay with you finding me perfect, as long as you don’t find me boring. So perhaps you should call me nobody – because nobody is perfect – there’s an idea, huh?