Foolishness

Those people who's hair is never out of place.


That girl who has the will power to stay that skinny.

That guy who gets up every morning to jog because he cares about his body.

That girl who spends spends spends and always has enough to pay someone else's bus fare, because she's that kind of friendly person.

That guy who got seriously ill at least once a term and still came out with a 2-1.

That mother who can one - handedly collapse the buggy whilst holding on to a struggling two year old and three bags of shopping and still hand the driver the correct change.

That guy who makes everyone laugh, except when you try it they're not laughing with you...

That girl who has folders so tidy you wonder how she has time to breathe.

But she does, and she has a social life, and she makes it every lecture, and she chills out at weekends, is always dressed nicely, is only ill when it's convenient, never has ink marks on her hands, always wears the right shoes when it's raining, never gets too hot even if it's way too sunny to be wearing a coat.

These people make me sick.

Why? Because I can't do it. Some days I can't even get out of bed, and when I do I meet these people. So perfect you want to wave your hand above their head looking for the halo. How do they even do it?! I haven't got the will power to resist a chocolate biscuit, let alone diet. I can't run up the stairs without wheezing, my hair will never do what I want it to do, people always catch me mid sentence in photographs, I can't go out to eat without spilling something on me, which inevitably I won't notice until the next day when it's dried on and I've got to spend the whole day with it stuck there.

It's frustrating! Why am I not like these people? Why can't I do it? If only I was perfect, I'd...

I'd what?

I'd be wasting my time trying to be who I am not. Which is probably worse than not being perfect, don't you think?