PERFECTION

I saw a post on blogconfession a few months back which described ‘the perfect boyfriend’. The first few qualifiers were alright - loving you for who you are, telling you you’re beautiful, making you feel special, ad nauseum. However, the post went on to say, and I quote,

“A real boyfriend [is] … someone who makes you smile and laugh and be happy all the time; someone who’s just the greatest in your eyes and you’re the greatest in their’s [sic]; someone who could never hurt you.”

Back up there, sweetie. First of all, the reason you’re happy with this person “all the time” is because when you first ‘fall in love’ with someone, your brain is being flooded with dopamine. That happy feeling? Those butterflies? They happen because you’re high on your own hormones. This part of your relationship won’t last, I promise you.

Second of all, no one is perfect. Putting your significant other up on a pedestal will do you absolutely no good. Everyone is only human, no more and no less - which brings me to my next point:

Everyone screws up. It’s ridiculous to assume that a)people will never at any point point do anything to hurt or offend you, and
b)that you will never inadvertently hurt or offend them. People aren’t perfect, and no relationship will ever be perfect. You just need to push past that, dig deep, and find a person who is strong enough to stand being called on his or her shit, and who isn’t afraid to call you on yours.