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Ah, the "est" of this and that. Brightest. Fastest. Prettiest. Meanest. Kindest. Hungriest.
I do like thinking about these things too.
And then I get depressed thinking about all the people who are "est" than me, and I tell myself one thing:
We can't all be Albert Einstein and we can't all be Helen of Troy.
Then I take a look myself, my outsides and my insides, and I think of a good friend's family motto: Good enough!
There's a loose floorboard. You nail it down. It still kinda sticks up? Will probably come undone again at a later date? Whatever. Good enough!
It's prom. Your hair looks great, your dress is pretty, but you've got a sty and you forgot to shave your pits? Good enough!
You got a 75% on the math quiz, but the one problem that really gave you a headache you got correct, so GOOD ENOUGH!
And whenever I’m jealous of some girl because she’s better looking than me, and I figure the guy I like at the party would prefer to saddle up to her cause she’s so alluring and smells like a rose, and I can be awkward in a crowd and smell like fear, I like to remember a story another friend told me. She was at a party in NYC when she found herself socializing with her date’s friend. She made some comment about all the pretty girls (models mostly) at the party, and he turned to her, smiled and said, “Show me a beautiful woman, and I’ll show you a man tired of fvcking her.”
Maybe the guy was a d*ck, but I found that amusing and comforting. Even the pretty girls aren’t “est” enough for some people.
So, SCREW “est”.
Fast enough. Tall enough. Hungry enough. Pretty enough. Healthy enough. Feisty enough. Smart enough. Talented enough.
Enough is enough for me.
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