As we’ve determined, I’m perfect.
Well, we’re perfect, but that doesn’t sound as definitive, does it? There are set rules to determine perfection, and as far as I can tell, there are only three of us that fit them.
- You must have all of your own body parts. No plastic surgery to look better, still in possession of apendix, tonsils, and gall bladder. Pretty much if you were born with it, you still have it.
- You must have never broken a major bone. Fingers are alright, since it’s usually not your fault, but major bones must be without breaks.
- Your bedroom must be blue.
You would think that it’s the last rule that would be the easiest. After all, it only requires you to paint your room blue. Which is, of course, the best bedroom color of all. However, it is shocking how many people chose to live in a room that isn’t blue.
Back to the issue at hand. I’m perfect, along with ME and N, and well, I’m alright with that. Perhaps other people don’t agree with my perfectness, but there are a few that do, and their opinion is the only one that matters.
Because my room is blue. And I’m perfect. Perhaps you’re perfect to?
– “Don’t You Know Who I Think I Am?” Infinity on High: Fall Out Boy
I am perfect, too! My bedroom walls are a dark blue, and I’ve never broken anything in my body–nor had anything removed. I’ve never even sprained anything. Maybe I’m just cautious. Oh wait, never mind. It must be because I’m perfect.
Oh, MAN! Two of my last three bedrooms were blue. I’ve never had anything removed.
I have broken bones.
I guess I’m almost perfect.
I shall bask in your perfection instead.
Well, my room is blue, I have all my body parts … but I’ve broken my leg, and my toe. It’s interesting though, that you say that breaking fingers (and toes are really just fingers on your feet) isn’t usually your fault whereas major bones are usually your fault. But in my case I broke my toe by running over it with a skateboard while I was on it (!) so that was definitely my fault. My leg, on the other hand, was broken because of some kids and stupid stunt they did in 2nd grade, it wasn’t my fault. Heh. I guess I’m perfect
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Ben: I said fingers don’t count because for most of the people I’ve talked to who broke their fingers, it was someone elses fault. Because, you know, who would bend their fingers back that far if they could help it?
And I already thought you were perfect… I suppose I could forgive a few broken bones.
Blue room: dang. I just switched from the Blue Room to the Green/Yellow room. Why couldn’t my mom just stay with one color?
Broken nothing: That’s right. I’ve broken nothing.
Still have everything: Hmm, other than having my wisdom teeth removed? I’m golden.
So if I break out the blue paint, I am perfect?
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