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Flawless.

This week’s prompt didn’t really inspire me, so I figured I’d sit this one out, but then I went to read the other submissions and saw this listing: “Moody’s submission – coming soon”.

Now, I had absolutely no idea whatsoever on how to even get started on this, or where to take it, especially since it has to be non-fiction, but seeing this made me rethink my approach. Isn’t this exactly what I came here for? Why I joined in on this? On this “weekly challenge”.

Isn’t that what I label these posts with? Challenge.

What the heck kind of a writer would I be, if I balked at the first sign of adversity?

Not much good of any kind, I’d say.

So, here I am, sitting at my computer, tapping the keys on my keyboard while listening to some music and wondering what the hell I’m going to do with this. Where can I take this? Why am I even bothering if I have no idea? What the hell am I doing here, at nearly 1 a.m.?

What the hell am I doing here at this time of night?

What I’m doing is very simple, I’m trying to write something. Something that will make sense and that will follow the guidelines … or at least one of these. Hopefully.

So, where will I take this?

Sure, I’ve had some thoughts milling through my mind. Have you ever known me not to have thoughts milling through my mind???? Seriously, I have a dozen ideas bouncing around in there. They’re not always connected, nor are they always clear, but they’re there. That’s me. That’s who I am and how I ‘work’. But to create order in the bouncy castle … there’s a challenge!

So, my favorite character flaw.

See why this one’s a tough cookie?

Because you see, a flaw, per definition, is an imperfection. A fault. A defect.

It’s something ‘bad’.

Or negative.

How can something negative be favored?

Then again, who decides if something is negative?

Who gets to decide whether something you do is good or bad, positive or negative?

And how?

How can anyone determine whether something that makes you who you are, is good or not?

What do they base their judgment on?

On society? On what society thinks is acceptable?

Who made them experts on human behavior?

The way I see it, society is an expert on absolutely nothing.

For instance, I like to sleep. I love my bed and I love to spend long hours in it.

Is this good?

Or is this bad?

Is it being lazy?

Is it procrastinating?

And what’s so bad about that?

What would the world be like, if everyone had tons of energy?

We’d all be like the Energizer Bunny. Imagine that!

A big bunch of bright pink bunnies, hopping along without pause. The world would be a madhouse!

No, I think it’s a good thing to have folks like me, who like to sleep.

Besides, sleeping isn’t the only thing I do in my bed … okay, you can get your head out of the gutter now … my bed is my favorite place to think about my writing. It’s the place where I’ll ‘play out’ the scenes before I write them down. Where I’ll wake from a dream with a perfect scene for the project I’m working on, or a perfect plot for a new story. The place where most of my writing originates.

So, I ask you again, is it such a bad thing to like that place?

Is it a flaw to be lazy?

If it is, it might very well be one of my favorites.

But yeah, society might just think of me as a lazy ass.

If you think I care, you should think again.

Society has never been on my side, so why would I care what it thinks?

Why would I be held back by what others think are flaws, imperfections, faults?

Why would I let that determine who I am, who I want to be?

I know who I am, because I know where I’m coming from, what I’ve been through and what’s been done to me. I’m still here, I’m still standing, going strong, despite everything, despite my flaws, my imperfections. Despite my faults.

Over the years, they have changed, evolved, as have I. Some have grown, others have not, others yet may have been lost forever.

I guess it remains to be determined if that is a good thing or not.

We all have our flaws, as we all have our talents and I think we should just accept that little fact.

It is who we are.

Nobody’s perfect.

Maybe that’s my favorite flaw: accepting I’m not perfect and will never be, regardless.

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