The Silent Perfectionist

The silent perfectionist raises her brow, at drunken chaos thrown all about. The streamers that wasn't right, they were meant to hang from the ceiling surrounding the black light...Black light??? It was supposed to be a disco ball! What a disaster, what a mess, she'd spent five months at least no less, planning this event! How could everything go so wrong?

The silent perfectionist, she didn't let on, that every where she looked she saw conspiracy, every where she looked with scrutiny, silently dissecting the mistakes that had been made, silently critiquing the tragedy before her eyes. Outside she smiles, stands with poise, Inside screaming, though no one can hear.

The silent perfectionist cringes as the band starts to play, the music was off beat, so off course, it wasn't supposed to sound that way. She wishes for a moment that she could shut it out, she wishes for a second she could kick everyone out. As the singing begins, she hides behind him trying to drown out the noise, trying to block out everything around. Things weren't in any way the way she had planned and that wasn't acceptable, that just wouldn't do, if people weren't watching she'd wipe this stupid smile from her face, she'd put everything in it's rightful place.

The silent perfectionist tries to disguise the utter disappointment in the look in her eyes. She doesn't like messes, she hates to clean, but every where she looked tyrant disaster gleamed. She felt sick to her stomach, a bad taste in her mouth, her confidence in what she could do now replaced with doubt.

The silent perfectionist was vein and focused on minor imperfections, she learned with time through price and lessons, life isn't perfect, life can be a mess, life can bring love or leave a big hole in your chest. She learned that perfection only existed in fairy tales, that real life was different and full of imperfections! She now looks at everything with eyes of wonder, nothing ever the same, every moment and time is different. She changed her views and can finally see the wonderful catastrophe that imperfection often brings.