Don’t you sometimes wish you were one of the beautiful people? Unless of course you were one of the beautiful people, in which case you’d feel sorry for their burden.
I know you probably don’t want my pity beautiful people, but its no problem… really.
When I see one of the beautiful people walking down the street, in a magazine, at the movies, or on television, I wish I could feel their pain, but I’m glad I don’t.
It’s said beauty is only skin deep. Of course—any deeper than that and they’d be perfect. Talk about stating the obvious.
I could never feel the burden of perfection though, because there is no burden with perfection, since nobody’s perfect!
Beauty is different, otherwise there would be no “People” magazine covers pointing out the most beautiful people in the world? Or a song by Marilyn Manson called “The Beautiful People” or that group of narcissist in the professional wrestling world who were known as “The Beautiful People.”
Beautiful people come close, but fall just short of perfection.
Imagine running a race and losing by just a fraction of a second instead of being beat by a mile. That couldn’t help but be a totally crushing defeat.
Say after years of meticulous research and experimentation, you were on the verge of a breakthrough in science, one that would give you recognition and gratitude from around the world.
Well you’d be nuts and living in a dream world!
Okay, but for a moment, lets just fantasize that you were such a person…
And at the very last minute you find yourself being upstaged by Alfred E. Neuman of “Mad Magazine” fame, and he announces the same discovery just before you. You’d be devastated right? Say nothing of being utterly humiliated by the likes of a non-existent goofy-looking and pretentious cartoon character.
Thanks for playing.
Well that’s what happens to the beautiful people. So close, yet so far from being what their plastic surgeon had hoped they’d turn out to be once he was done with their face.
So now, instead of being beautiful and perfect, they have to settle for being uglier than sin, or the average looking people—who are just mile or two below the rest of us in the looks department.