Procrastinating is me ... kinda.

Not that I haven't been doing stuff, it's just that I've been doing stuff that keeps me from doing stuff. You know what I mean, right? But it doesn't matter now, 'cuz Kouryou has come back to LJ for her adoring fans!

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*sound of a single pathetic clap on a record*

-.-; ...

Nevermind.
I actually finished another page and a half of Black Angel, but I forgot my duotang at work, so I can't add it to the file on the computer.
I finally finished inking page 5 of the prologue, but I'm going to wait until tomorrow to scan it, because my scanner is difficult and I want to be able to have ice cream before bed. I have to work tomorrow.
Procrastination is a disease. I know it, I've been taught it, and I should know better. But sometimes I can't help it.
Yeah, yeah, my excuse is my curse.
I'm working eight hours a day for six days this week. Sue me.

As much as I am loath to admit it, I'm watching Universal Soldier: The Return on TBS. I'm going to have to watch more like it, actually. I need to focus on more form and movement for the comic book.

That actually got me thinking about what I had planned to write about earlier.
Perfection vs. flawlessness.

People always confuse the two. In my eyes, those two terms can never be equal. If there is something, -anything-, that is truly without flaws, it is too perfect, and you are overly careful not to damage it. In that case, you can't truly enjoy it for what it is, because stress keeps you from appreciating it.
If something has a crack or two, proverbial or not, it shows that it can handle the stress and wear that everything must go through. You can rest a bit easier without worrying that something is going to go wrong.
Flawless means it is vulnerable in its imagined perfection. When I say that something is perfect, that means I appreciate it for being superior to flawlessness. Perfection is not a human trait. If I were to be faced with a flawless situation I would be off-balance and I could not accept it. Something has to be wrong to be perfect. If I see something with flaws, I can accpt it as an equal because I know that I have flaws as well. It doesn't matter the so-called degree of flaws, because it doesn't matter to me.

I'm not perfect. I procrastinate, I forget to floss on occasion, and I've been known to sing horribly off key. And I love myself. I can honestly say that I am of the perspective where I have no regrets. If I were to say that I regretted something, it would be to say that I wish I could change the past. If I changed the past, I would change who I am now. If I changed, there's no garuantee that it would be for the better. I love who I am and I love the life that I am living. I don't want to change anything. I have no regrets.

And that's my gem of philosophy for the night. I'm off to eat Dutch Chocolate ice cream and call James.