Ever have one of those days, where you are convinced you are genetically inferior? It happened to me a couple of weeks ago. I was walking into Target (no, that’s not the reason) early on a Sunday morning, and saw this tall, athletic, blond guy with the standard 2.4 blond adorable children, and thought, ‘jeez…what’s wrong with me?!?’ The line from Steele Magnolias kept running through my head, “carved from cream cheese.”
Do people like that know they are different? Do they feel genetically superior all the time?
I think it’s like the odometer in a car. People get very excited to see round numbers or ‘special’ numbers on the odometer. Over the years, I’ve had emails, phone calls, and strange conversations something like, ‘Guess what! My odometer just hit 55,555. Isn’t that great?!?’
I don’t know. I guess it’s great. But is 55,555 really special? Is it a better number than 8,738 or 55,556?
Same with the Cream Cheese family at target. Are ridiculously good-looking people better? Or just a random coincidence of dna that we identify as special? I’m pretty sure it’s just random. Ever feel let down or disappointed when you hear your favorite singer/actor/sports star in an interview, and wonder, “What did I ever see in them?!?”
It is possible to judge a book by the cover, but it’s not reliable, nor ultimately satisfying. Got to dig a little deeper to see the flaws.
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