Secret to a Perfect Relationship – Be Like Legos
November 6th, 2007
I wrote this a long time ago, and given the circumstances, I suppose it’s a good time to repost it.
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Some people out there are still waiting for the perfect man or woman. Now I’m no relationship expert, but I think I know well enough that “perfect” does not exist. Human nature is too flawed to achieve perfect, “perfect” too mystical a concept to define, and man too wretched to know what to do with it anyway. No, I don’t believe that there is a perfect guy or girl, and for anyone to commit themselves towards looking for these fairy-tale figures is not only silly, but also incredibly arrogant. I’d be the first one to admit that I’m not perfect. Dare I believe that I deserve perfection when I don’t make the grade? Obviously, I can’t, and you shouldn’t either.
But I do believe in the perfect couple.
I compare it to two Lego blocks. On a Lego block, there’s a smooth side, a pegged top, and the bottom has holes. The smooth sides are what they are – they’re straight, got nice 90 degree corners corners, no bumps nor holes, and it’s usually the side that people look at. In other words, it’s outwards – it’s “perfect.” In the same token, the top and bottom are “imperfect.” They’ve got funny looking knobs and pegs and holes and slots. It’s a surface with personality.
Try to stick two smooth sides together and you’ll find you can’t. They won’t hold because they’ve got nothing to hold onto. You also can’t put a smooth side against a top or a bottom because the pegs won’t catch. But you put the top and the bottom together – the parts of a Lego block you don’t get to see, the parts that you’re supposed to hide – you get a fit. Holds pretty well too.
There is no such thing as the perfect mate, but I believe there is “perfect for each other.” You can’t make a relationship work when one person is so incredibly exceptional that their other half has no “pegs” nor “holes” to hold on two. It’s the flaws between two people that make that bond tight. We all have our own little imperfections that we try to hide from the rest of the world until that one person comes along in our lives and is able to knock down all the walls of insecurities we put up. And they let us know it’s okay to be flawed, to make mistakes, to be imperfect. And as far as I’m concerned, she doesn’t look the best when she wears an expensive dress, decked out in heels, pearls and make-up. She looks the best in the morning, with the crust in her eye and hair all frazzled, yawning at me with some kickin’ breath. Not because that’s attractive. Because she’s there.
When you can love someone in spite of all their flaws, and they can return the favor – that, my friends, is perfection.
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By the way, I found my Lego piece.
And we’re getting married.
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