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why are you striving for physical perfection
Trying to turn this thread into a discussion of one's physical ideals and shortcomings made me broaden up the topic. Perhaps it's too broad and too fixated w/ own navel, as it is now. 'Cos the opening sentence was of an extreme, in order to spark interest + further dialogue. But the complexity with which I try to capture myself physically, is damning and damn hard to grasp.
We are judged daily, based on our appearances. Some see the physical only, others notice the attitude, and others add the physical to the attitude. Or the attitude to the physical. Even though some claim that we are drawn to the physically beautiful, we no longer live necessarily on pure Nietzhe or Darwin, if in fact, we ever have.
What it comes down to, I think, is identity. This is quite novel for me, actually, because even though I've made some really interesting choices in the past, which enabled me to make sense of the world in a concise fashion, I've never been too interested in myself. Having rid myself of my convictions, and having erased my concise understanding of the outside world, which identity am I left with? I am visibly different, but aren't we all? What does my physicality mean to the people I meet? Or to the strangers who fleetingly notice me? And I have to state that being a homosexual, the predominant fixation of the physical and sexual, in dating sites or night clubs, say, only furthers doubts. I have slept with many but what does it prove? I haven't slept with that many in the past year and what does it prove? Is it involunatarily my choice, which it kind of is, and is it more? Is it the physical appearance? And, having chosen to work for a year, I'd have to look better than I do now if I want to get arrested in a, relatively, well paying job. 'Cos the interesting choices I've made in the past, have hardly specialized me for jobs which are more about knowledge than physical appearance.
[why not] just [get] the physical flaws or scars [fixed] that you absolutely can't live with?
But I have. And I can.
But at what cost?
Yes, I went to the doctor today, and I got the recommendation to a plastic surgeon. We shall see how fast something can be done, and afterwards it's about the teeth, baby. I choose to be assimilated now, because the way I live my obscure life is not exactly healthy.
But striving for perfection is surely something that we all go through from time to time? No matter how far off and, ultimately, futile it is? |
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