God did not create me as a perfect person, and I accept that, but my goodness, I want to be. I want to be the perfect student, and the perfect team captain, and the perfect Christian, the perfect girlfriend, the perfect daughter... the perfect everything. Hell, when I grow up I probably want to live in a house with a white picket fence with 2.5 kids and a dog. Not really... but you get the picture. I am fine with the other people's shortcomings (at least most of the time, I'm not perfect), but my own shortcommings? No way. So if we as humans are imperfect by nature, but we are perfect in the eyes of God (or is it just loved in the eyes of God... whatever), are we just doomed to be unhappy with ourselves? Ugh, I just feel so restless and frusterated. What if I do have it all wrong? I guess that's the eternal question... so what. Wouldn't be nice if the answer to life, the universe and everything was really 42? I feel like that would make things so much simpler. Well, maybe not. Who knows... okay, done.