Wednesday, February 09, 2005
In Search of Perfection
I hate being wrong. I hate being told I am wrong. I hate it when someone even insinuates I am wrong. I hate it when other people tell other people they are wrong. I hate it when other people act as if other people are wrong. But I sure don't mind telling someone, in the nicest way possible of course, they are wrong.
I want to be the only one who is right. I want to be the only one that receives any recognition for being right. I would rather do something wrong then fix it so I can be right. As a matter of fact, I may be the only one I know that is right about almost everything. If you need any answer to any question, ask me. If you need help with any topic or idea, just ask me. It's possible I am as close to perfect as anything can be.
If I was ice cream, I would be Blue Bell. If I was a car, I would be a 2005 Shelby Mustang. If I was a rock band, I would be U2. If I was a golf course, I would be Augusta National. I scream perfection!
It's possible that I worry more about rules and regulations than people. There are times when I tend to lean toward the safe side and limit my reach to those that are TRULY worthy of my help. I guess my safety comes from knowing that if I continue to focus on me, I will never have to make any huge changes in order to focus on something outside of me.
Who am I? In today's fast-paced, option-driven, and crazy world, who am I? What is my message? Am I good at getting my point across? Do my actions speak louder than my words? Do I even care what my message is? I mean after all, I hate being wrong. I am perfect.
--today's church 2005
I want to be the only one who is right. I want to be the only one that receives any recognition for being right. I would rather do something wrong then fix it so I can be right. As a matter of fact, I may be the only one I know that is right about almost everything. If you need any answer to any question, ask me. If you need help with any topic or idea, just ask me. It's possible I am as close to perfect as anything can be.
If I was ice cream, I would be Blue Bell. If I was a car, I would be a 2005 Shelby Mustang. If I was a rock band, I would be U2. If I was a golf course, I would be Augusta National. I scream perfection!
It's possible that I worry more about rules and regulations than people. There are times when I tend to lean toward the safe side and limit my reach to those that are TRULY worthy of my help. I guess my safety comes from knowing that if I continue to focus on me, I will never have to make any huge changes in order to focus on something outside of me.
Who am I? In today's fast-paced, option-driven, and crazy world, who am I? What is my message? Am I good at getting my point across? Do my actions speak louder than my words? Do I even care what my message is? I mean after all, I hate being wrong. I am perfect.
--today's church 2005
