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6 Perfect quotes on perfection

Perfection. It’s been somewhat of my theme for the year. This ideal of perfection, holds us back in our creative endeavours, our relationships, our goals, and our self-compassion. Perfection, very often is a shackle of fear. So as I look over my blog and social media for the year, here are some quotes I came across.

“It all does not need to be perfect.”

From the my post titled, to the blog posts I did not write. It’s this little poem which prompted me to look at my creative outlet a little less critical.

Eventually, I realized that the criticism in my internal chatter is not just limited to this blog. Neither is that of many other people.

“You are perfect to me”

Pink from the song Perfect, which I featured on my post 15 Motivational Songs to kick A**

“Underneath our perfect is where the true connection lie”

From my post, in the age of Social Media is the fear of rejection keeping us from genuine friendships?

“Life does not have to be perfect to be wonderful”

This little snippet of wisdom was smiling at me as I was walking past a coffee shop. I snapped the picture and posted it on Instagram.

#inspiration #motivation is everywhere. Took this pic while out shopping.

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In the post titled, how to overcome relationship disaster taught to us by bedtime stories, I explored this concept of expectation of perfection we have in our partners.

“Mister wrong, is not necessarily wrong because he is not perfect. He may be wrong because you have an unrealistic expectation”

I love this Jeffrey Allen quote on the matter:

“It’s so wonderful that people don’t have to be perfect to be perfect for each other”

“Sometimes it’s the flaws in life, which make life interesting.”

Admittedly, while the above quote does not actually have the word “perfect” in it you get the general idea that flaws are there when something is not perfect. This is the closing line on the post titled, sometimes flaws are beautiful, a look at the 2017 NaNo Poblano badge.

Often perfection is an unrealistic ideal, an expectation too heavy to carry. Sometimes it’s boring and dull. And sometimes, it is our own imperfect perception which is in error. Some things are perfect, just as they are – but we think they are not.

And sometimes a situation, person, thing, whatever may just be perfect for you – but not perfect for someone else. We are all unique beings. Why are we always looking for a uniform ideal?

This has been the 12th and last post for the 12 days of it does not need to be perfect, suitably ended with a post on perfection.

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The hanging tree

“Silvia, Silvia! Don’t do it! Listen to me, Silvia!” he was shouting as he ran towards me. The jump of my heart froze me to the spot.

“Ouch! Get off!” He had put his hands on my shoulders.

“Silvia, it’s not worth it! Don’t” the scent of alcohol came from his breath.

“I’m not Silvia!”

His bloodshot eyes looked from my left to my right eyeball.

“What you muttering about?” The smirking face of my brother met my stare.

The deranged man was gone. I rubbed my sore shoulders and gazed around. Ah, the tree. That explains it. My gaze fell back to the dusty street. Cleansing air filled me, which I released in a sigh.

“Hey, what’s up?” Matt’s face no longer looked mischievous. He put his big brotherly arm around me.

“Let’s get home.” No use in worrying over the man now. I would need to check for marks on my arms later. My mother, another thing to hide from her.

 

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“Silvia, could you tell me which year Hitler got arrested?”

I turned my head around so fast it started spinning. I did not know I was in class with a Silvia. She was a few seats down on my left. Her hands clutched nervously at the desk as one hand tucked the strand of hair behind her ear. Acne spots filled her face.

“Er, right before he wrote his book” she said.

That was clever, I thought.

“What year was it? Or do you not know what a year is?”

The class laughed. Silvia’s cheeks reddened. The effect with her acne, made her look like a big red troll. Oh, this guy has it coming to him. Focus, I thought.

“Well at least she did not forget to wash her hair, not like a nicotine stinking teacher I know,” I said with my eyes focused directly on his. If a pin had dropped, the sound would have been audible.

“I’m presuming madam know it all over here, has the answer” The thin man looked at me.

“You know the finger, which is in the middle of the hand? You know the words it represents when only that finger is up and the rest are resting in a fist position! It was 1923 in what was called the beer hall putsch. Now do you know what you and that man have in common?”

“Shut your foul mouth little Missy. I think the principal’s office is in order”

“Oh, because you don’t possess the intelligence to take on a thirteen year old you send her to the principal’s office. That’s weak! You have nothing on me. Not once did I use indecent language. Moreover, I have a class full of witnesses to prove it. Now, do you really want me to go to the principal – so that I can tell him how you bullied one of the students in this class? I’m sure he would like to listen to that, especially after the incident at the last teacher’s conference.”

“How?”

“Perhaps you need fill your lungs with poison, then maybe you will get it” I said and the teacher stomped out of the classroom.
At this, the kids erupted in loud chatter. I walked over to Silvia’s desk and pulled up the chair next to her. No one was paying any attention to us.

“You should not worry about him. He’s just an insecure prick”

“Thank you” Her hair fell back over her face.

“I can help you study for next week’s test,  if you want to? You can come by my house after school. I usually walk home”

Silvia smiled. “I was just thinking about that”

“What do you say?”

“I don’t know, there’s,” she said.

“Don’t worry about her.” My gaze fell to her wrists. She had red cut marks.

She flipped her arm over when she saw me noticing.

“I’m sorry. You don’t need to hide that from me,” I said.

She lifted one eyebrow. “Where do you live?”

“It’s only a few blocks down past, er that way” I pointed in the direction of my house.

“I don’t know.”

“It will be fun. I can make us popcorn and we can mull over the politics of the nineteen twenties and thirties.”

“You seem to know your stuff.”

“Yes, I enjoy History. If you don’t have an idiot trying to teach it to you – it can say a lot about human nature. I find people interesting.”

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We found ourselves walking on the dusty road, which was the shortcut to my home. Matt was whistling as he walked a little ahead of us. Silvia kept throwing glance to the back of us.

“Don’t worry about her,” I said.

“How did you? What! There she is. We need to walk faster!” Silvia grabbed my arm. We ran for a short while.

“Wait up, I need to catch my breath!” I slowed down and bent down to my knees, looking to where we had landed. My brother stopped having followed us and looked at me.

“I think I’ll go sit and rest, there in the shade of the old tree,” I said pointing to the tree.

Silivia’s eyes widened. She glanced back and then at me. “You know what tree that is?”

“Sure, it’s a Eucalyptus tree.”

“No, I mean – do you know?”

I had walked towards the tree and sat down at its base. My eyes closed as the energy filled me.

“She’s crazy!” Silvia said looking at my brother, who shrugged.

“It’s just a bunch of dead people. They can’t hurt you!” I said knowing well, that I was lying. Silvia did not budge. My brother stood there arms crossed and looked at me.

“What you doing?” he asked.

“Resting” I said.

He rolled his eyes. “Give me a break. You run around the block several times every morning.”

“Oy, don’t need to spill all my beans Matt!”

“Look you two; I don’t know what’s going on here. I don’t believe you for a second Sara. Right now, we have to split. She’s coming.” Silvia said.

“Let her come. Let’s see if she has the guts to sit underneath the old hanging tree!” I said.

“She won’t be afraid of some tree!”

“Why not? You are.”

“What’s going on, whose coming?” Matt asked

“Rachel, try to keep up Matt,” I said.

“The one who likes to dress all goth?” Matt asked

“The very one who’s been bullying Silvia here!” I said.

“How do you even know that?” Silvia had put both hands on her hips and looked like she was striking a pose for a runway.

“Look Silvia, you can come sit here with me under the shade of the tree or you can face another beating. It’s up to you.”

Silvia’s lips formed an O, while her brows frowned.

Matt came to sit next to me. “You are so weird sometimes,” he said quietly.

“Normal is over-rated”

Silvia looked back to the horizon, where Rachel was now clearly visible walking toward us.

“You are bloody nuts! You should have seen her talk to Mister Bins today.” Silvia walked slowly towards the tree and sat down next to me.

“What the History goof?” Matt asked.

“Yea!”

“I should have known, apparently he’s been missing from most his classes including mine”

“You missed nothing.” I said.

We all looked at the approaching Rachel, who stopped walking when she saw us.

“Here she comes” Silvia said.

“Let her. I dare her. I hope she does!” I said.

Silvia gave me a look that plainly stated that I was bizarre.

“Just a little closer” I said more to myself.

Rachel took tentative steps. She suddenly became very pale and started coughing. It seemed she had difficulty breathing since she held her throat.

“We should help her!” Silvia said and jumped up and started sprinting towards Rachel.

Rachel looked up and saw Silvia. Her eyes widened and she ran, back to the direction from where she came.

I walked over to Silvia. “Let’s get going. We can talk about how this is not worth it ,” I said taking her wrists into my hands. Silvia looked at the figure of Rachel disappearing at the horizon.

“Okay fine, I’ll talk.” Silvia said as we started strolling home. Matt resumed his whistling.

“I’ll listen.” I said and looked back towards the tree.

The crazy man stood where we had been sitting. I gave him a wink. I could have sworn he returned it.

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Written for Ronovan’s Friday Fiction Challenge – prompt challenge 5. The prompt was to choose a favorite song and use it’s title as the title for a work of fiction.

“The hanging tree” by Jennifer Lawernce was my song choice.

Constructive Criticism – Welcome.

 

 

 

 

Saved by the Chocolate #ShortStory

When I’m going through hard times there is nothing better than a good bit of fiction to get lost into. I was lying with a sick child on my chest and with other sorrows occupying my mind I had nothing better to do than to dream up a bit of fiction for all of you to enjoy with me.

 

Ronovan Writes has a new Fiction prompt out. This submission may actually not make the deadline since at the point of writing I’m not within range of an internet connection. My apologies for the long submission.

There is nothing like getting away from the woes of Facebook to stimulate some actual writing. Either way, late or not I hope you enjoy this little story. The prompt words fit well into this plot; I simply could not resist writing a submission.

 

Please feel free to critique my writing – since this would be the only way for me to learn to improve the craft.

 

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Saved by the chocolate

 

Robert had been introduced to Christine’s family just a little short of a year ago. Marc who was a beefed up version of Captain America had taken a firm grip of Robert’s outstretched hand and said “If, you break her heart I’ll break your nose… and some other parts.” He then patted Robert on the back and said “Welcome to the family”.

His twin brother was not much different. Theo greeted Robert with a big smile. He took the outstretched hand in an attempt to crush it. Then pulled the older Robert closer and hugged him. While he did this Theo whispered in Robert’s ear “break her honor and you will find yourself without a manhood”. Theo then smiled and said “We are now practically family”.

 

It was the same crushing handshakes that greeted Robert today.

“Hello, come in Rob, come” Christine’s mother saved him.

“Hi mom” Christine hugged her mom and followed the in her fifties year old woman to the dining room table. This soon filled with the rest of the family.

“How’s the writing business going Rob?” Christine’s older sister Lea asked.

Robert smiled and said “It’s going well. My latest romance hit the New York times best seller list last week”

“Really, that’s interesting” Christine’s father commented after swallowing his bite of mashed potatoes.

“You should read it. He’s a brilliant writer” Christine said.

“Ah that’s not exactly my cup of tea Honey; perhaps your mother would be more interested.” Christine’s father said.

“I’ve read it. It’s quite a juicy story, I must say.” Christine’s mother said.

“Talking about juicy stories, Christine you’ve got a brand new bling shining on your finger. Is it what I think it is?” Lea asked.

“Well, it must be – she would not wear a ring on the ring finger if it wasn’t.” Christine’s mother said.

Christine smiled. “I can hide nothing. Yes, I said yes okay?”

“How in the hay did he get that right?” Lea asked.

“How in the hay indeed?” said Theo and plummeted his own fork a bit forcefully into the piece of roast chicken.

“Oh come off it Theo, your mind is always going to the wrong place. I’m sure it was perfectly romantic” said Christine’s mother who looked to her daughter for an answer.

Christine turned scarlet and quickly placed a piece of roast chicken into her own mouth. After swallowing and realizing that the eye’s of the whole table where waiting on her every word she said “Well, I thought I’d let Rob tell you. He is after all the better story-teller.”

“Oh don’t sell yourself short. Your writing talent will soon be discovered. You need to just keep at it. It’s not easy to make a name as a writer.” Robert said.

“Excuse me. I need the little boy’s room” he said hoping no one noticed this was a diversion. He hoped they would have come to another topic of discussion by the time of his return.

The rest-room was not far from the dining-room. He could hear the conversation going on.

“That’s not a diamond is it?” Lea asked

“Perhaps he did not have time to pick a proper ring.” Christine’s mother said.

“It’s a blue sapphire. Diamonds are so old-fashioned mom!” Christine said.

“Well you have an old-fashioned kind of fiance. How’d he come up with that?” Lea asked.

“More like old, period.” Marc said while Theo snorted.

“Come now boys.” Christine’s dad said.

“I’m twenty-three years old. It does not matter how old he is. It’s my choice. And I love him. I wish you two would lay off the age thing already.” Christine said.

“He’s almost as old as Dad.” Theo said.

“He’s fifteen years older than me. That hardly makes him as old as Dad!” Christine said.

 

Robert recognized the tone in her voice. She was getting mad. He better get in there. He still had a big problem. There was no cover story of how he actually asked her to marry him. Perhaps he would be safe and the topic would be dropped. He wished he had gone for the fireworks idea. Or even the romantic dinner by candle-light. The classics where so over-rated and Christine was a complex woman. Christine, the mere thought of her – Christine in the shower. No, No erase that – he thought. He should be coming up with a cover story. He could write a bestseller, yet he could not come up with a cover story to save his neck. He saw himself all beaten and broken, lying in a hospital bed. Perhaps he should take the girl and run. In the picture of his mind of the back yard, a majestic steed appeared. They would leap over the wall. He’d grab Christine with her hair all wet from the shower and only a towel on. Then they’d gallop off into the sunset. It was a plot-line which had worked for countless movie stars. No, be practical, he thought. Theo had parked in such a way that it blocked their access to the exit. He could not go out there and plead sick. The muscular arms of both Marc and Theo would object. The truth, the truth shall set you free, a voice in his head said. Yes, or it shall set me in a cast, he thought.

 

With nothing but the truth, Robert headed back to the dinner table. He found that it had been cleared of the main course and that desert was already on his plate waiting for him. His eyes fell on Christine. For this event she had put her honey-blond hair up. She wore a brown eye shadow and mascara. Her luscious full lips and bone structure came out with the way she had her hair.

 

In front of her was a dish with creamy chocolate moose. He watched her put a small spoon full in her mouth. She closed her eyes and played absentmindedly with her earring. Watching her eat a chocolate dish was always something he could not resist. She would have been the perfect actress for any chocolate commercial.

 

“So Robert, do tell – how did you ask my sister to marry you. We are practically all prickling with curiosity.” Theo said.

Robert took his time sitting down. All eyes where on him. He looked at the dish in front of him and said: “Chocolate”.

“Yes, we’re having chocolate moose today. Now do tell.” Lea said.

Christine was still lost in her own mouthful of the desert and it seemed she was not paying much attention to what was being said at the dinner table.

“It was chocolate.” Robert said.

“What was chocolate?” Christine’s mother asked.

“You know how your daughter loves chocolate?” Robert looked only at Christine’s mother now.

“Well yes, the child practically fell into her second birthday cake” the woman answered.

“Yes, I remember. We still have stacks of photos of her covered in chocolate.” Lea said.

“Well I took Christine out camping” Robert said and he felt a sharp pain on his foot.

He looked at Christine who must have just given him a heavy kick. He calmly placed hand on the back of her shoulder and continued. “Well, you know those kinds of chocolate puddings you get which come in a mug?”

“The ones with the gooey chocolate sauce center” Christine said dreamily.

“I made us those and was spoon-feeding Christine. When I got to the chocolate center I held a little stick with the ring in front of her face and asked her to marry me. I withheld the next spoon full until she said yes.” Robert said.

“Seduced by chocolate! Go figure. Only with Christine would you ever succeed” Marc said while Theo shook his head.

“Oh my!” Christine’s mother giggled.

 

Later as once they had gotten into their car to leave, Christine looked at Robert. “I almost thought you’d tell them the truth!”

“What? And risk a trip to the emergency room. I don’t think so.” Robert said.

“They where all eating from your hand. You know I would have said yes if you had done it like that” she said.

“I liked my way better.” He had a broad smile on his face.

“Yes, quite enjoyable” she said and slapped his chest playfully.

 

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