No one’s perfect. This age-old adage is the backbone of every defence any person has ever had. And it is the justification for every instance of forgiveness the world has seen so far. No one’s perfect. It also leads to an oxymoron when you think of it in terms of you telling someone what to do when you have no business to . “You’re no one to tell me how to live my life, so I’m not going to do what you say!” .. “You’re perfect to tell me how to live my life, so I’m not going to do what you say!”
But that’s not the point of this article. This article is all about forgiveness. I forgive my girlfriend for leaving me. She was ridiculously annoying, but it was okay for her to be stupid enough to leave me. And maybe I shouldn’t hold a grudge against the girl she caught me sleeping with either. I mean, I still can’t believe she got herself into that mess. But no one’s perfect.
I’m not going to be infuriated by the fact that all the beer is warm. 6 billion people in the world and none of them could keep the bottles in the fridge . But none of them are perfect. Sigh. This one time I was driving in the wrong lane and a car swerved wildly to avoid me and ended up hitting a tree. All that noise and damage, just because the dude couldn’t drive properly. I hope he made it out alive and learnt his lesson. I want to tell him I forgive him.
I’ve put on a little weight. Almost difficult to walk to the cigarette store now. Hair’s greying too, and I’m still young. My parents could have had better genes to pass on to me. Could have, should have, would have. None of those gelatinous tapeworms at work called me to wish me a happy birthday yesterday. Just a day after I told them all just how much better I am compared to them. Eh, anyone can forget a birthday.
All this forgiveness makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside. Like when I give someone a pair of my old socks for Christmas. I never thought of it as much but most people get so overwhelmed that they never ask me for anything ever again. God bless their grateful souls. They say to err is human, and to forgive divine. I feel pretty darn divine right now, absolving all these people of their sins. I’d take a stroll in the park but I don’t want to accidentally step on the place where I relieved myself the other day. The caretaker should have done something about it, but hey he’s only human.
I don’t think I can ever forgive Elvis for dying though. Just can’t do it. But hey, no one’s perfect.
