Bubbles in the mould

I sometimes look at people as transparent plastic shapes. They all have bubbles in their mould.

I'm not saying I'm perfect. Hell, I have plenty of bubbles in my mould.

When I write "bubbles in the mould" I refer to imperfections. When a product is manufactured, it is meant to be without any bubbles in it - without any defects that would make it harder to sell. Us humans, we all got bubbles.

Some show their bubbles more than others. Some keep their bubbles deep inside and are sure that they show perfection on the outside.

But no matter how much you try - the bubbles are always there. You can cover them up with happy faces, make-up, money or reputation, but you will always know your own imperfections.

Imperfections can be adorable. Like an inclination to touch one's nose - small and maybe cute quirks. Other imperfections inhibit people. Sometimes consciously, and sometimes not. Like.. speech impairment. Or a crosseyedness that cannot be overlooked by most.

However, people learn to live not only with their own imperfections, but also with those of others. They must, if they want to enjoy any social life.

Of course, it doesn't mean that they ignore them.. only that they keep their views to themselves most times, and accept the person as a whole and not as the sum of his/her imperfections.

Those quirks are mostly easier to tolerate in yourself rather than in others. Unless you are very self critical, you'll always "cut yourself more slack" than to others.

Or in other words, people don't see, or tend to ignore, their own shortcomings, while focusing on those of others. I include myself in "people" too, by the way.

So what can you do when you acknowledge those bubbles? Do you ignore them? accept them? fight them? try and fix them?

Many address them through therapy. Others accept them as a part of their nature, and decide not to try and fight them. Some ignore them completely, and than there are those who spend their entire life fighting their bubbles.

I don't know to say which is the better way. I just handle my bubbles my own way.

Sometimes fighting, sometimes accepting, sometimes ignoring.