Appearances are everything. Girls take 2 hours before they get out of the house putting on make-up, trying different clothes, trying on shoes...the shoes don't match the clothes so they have to change clothes again. Sometimes the clothes then don't match the make-up so something has to change.
Men these days are becoming more like women, we try to take care of our skin, we use pimple remover, face cleanser, and decide whether 3, 4 or 5 blades will give us a closer cleaner shave. We even allow ourselves to wear pink dress shirts.
We do this to find the perfect job, perfect partner, perfect life. But is perfect really perfect? When is perfect...not perfect?
We always talk about the perfect partner, those that know why we are sad, what they need to do to perk us up. They know our favourite foods and the little things that make us happy. But do you really want someone that knows what you are thinking all the time, someone who finishes our sentences and knows what we are going to do before we do? Wouldn't that get annoying?
The word perfect is actually a contradictory statement in itself, as there can be no such thing. Again going with the partner theory, the is no "perfect" person, they will undoubtedly have some quirks or annoyances that you don't like, that perhaps they will never change. Then you argue that that is what makes them them; that they are perfect just the way they are. So to be perfect is to be imperfect.
Just like beauty, perfection is in the eye of the beholder. Or am I making up bullshit because perfection doesn't exist.