I, by far, am not what I would consider a perfect human being. By definition, I wouldn’t even know where one would begin to define such a magnanimous title. But, the idea has been stuck in my mind for quite a while, and has been sitting there gathering dust. It hit me again while watching television recently, as I started to notice that very often in certain situations between a couple, one will declare to the other that “you are perfect”, and from that they go on to list a host of reasons. I’ve discovered, though, that every time I see that situation on television, in a movie or while eaves dropping on the mushy conversation taking place in the booth behind me at whatever restaurant I happen to be in, the things described by one party to the other are relatively the same, from couple to couple. Yet, from my particular vantage point, I don’t always see the similarities in the people being described. Take, for instance, in some movie I was watching (doesn’t matter what it is) the man was describing to the woman he was lying in bed with, how perfect she was (hmmm, imagine that). He proceeded to tell her how her eyes were the perfect pools of blue, her nose was the perfect size, her skin was the perfect shade of…yadda, yadda, yadda. Frankly, I didn’t really care. The fact that they just “did it” probably would have made the Swan compliment the Ugly Duckling, but I wouldn’t have them picking out China patterns once they brushed their beaks and put their glasses back on.  

     The perfect human being isn’t someone that looks the part, like a Supermodel or a well muscled man off the cover of GQ, because looks are in the eye of the beholder. It isn’t someone with a 200 IQ or photographic memory, because intelligence doesn’t define one’s social competence. It isn’t a good sense of humor and the ability to bring a crowd to their knees in laughter, because many of the greatest performers are shy and withdrawn. It isn’t wealth, as many wealthy are reclusive and inhospitable. It isn’t athletic ability, because…well, let’s face it, many athletes are idiots and many clumsy people are brilliant. Where was I going with this?  Oh ya, as I’ve tried to understand the perfect person persona that is heaped upon so many by so many others, it hit me that like so many things in life, the person you are calling perfect doesn’t fit an predefined mold or concrete definition of the term. They don’t need to. They only need to fit your own requirements. So that they…are perfect… for you.