Ever come across someone, in life or over the web, who seems to have it all?
Intelligence, Wealth, Beauty, Taste, Opportunity, Creativity, Courage, Popularity, Health, Friendship, Admiration, Self-Assurance… I am tempted to add ‘Peace of Mind’ but let’s not get carried away with over-the-top assumptions.
You see them doing everything they want, the way they want and effortlessly too! They’re happy with everything and everyone is happy with them. They’re humble (Damn it!) but you know that they have a wholesome love for their self. Something tells you that when they look in the mirror, they must smile and mean it because they see something that makes them genuinely happy.
I’m not naïve. Or so I believe.. I know that no one is or has it perfect. Everyone has their share of Ups and Downs. But these people I refer to? I can only assume the Downs. I don’t see it. It’s probably there. Hell, I know it’s there. But the very fact that I can’t see it is fascinating enough. How do they manage to keep it together? How is even the negative stuff so romantic and genuinely ‘all for the best’?? I know they say it is but quite honestly sometimes the only upgrade to a downfall is that ‘Life goes on’. It doesn’t necessarily mean life gets better. No. It just means it will continue. That makes some people happy enough to call it better but I’m too sceptical to see it that way.
But these… Magical Creatures. Their life is on a constant upswing from good to better and better to best and, if stretched, back to good. Of course, all of life is like that. For a person who’s had it ‘Better’, ‘Good’ would be a dampener, never mind the ‘Average’ and the ‘Really Bad’ state of somebody else.
Your tatty pyjamas with printed cows only make them look endearing. They come off looking fun and spontaneous with that Lime-Green wig you bought as part of a Halloween costume ensemble; Perfect smile in place, thank you very much. The bad camera angles that made your teeth look like Dolarhyde‘s dentures and your paunch a geographical feature, don’t detract from their looks. And the Angels in Heaven themselves would descend on earth to gawk, should they decide to go all out and dress themselves up.
They have the money. Oh yes, they do. And before you say, ‘Oh but what a waste… They do things just to show off and because they can…’ Oh no they don’t. They go to exotic destinations and indulge in ‘making music’ or taking time-off to ‘write a travel piece’ or go to your dream college and take up that Fall Course that you so desperately want to but won’t because you can’t afford it especially when it doesn’t give you enough credits. You know that if they wanted to they would’ve done stuff just as meaningless-ly (Is that a legitimate word even? Maybe I should ask these Those Perfect Ones. They would know.) as the other rich brats whose exploits we see on E! But they’re sensible and individualistic. They are independent, quirky, tasteful. Their choices are personal and meaningful.
Their family is just as open and indulging. The ones who don’t judge their Artsy self and does not pressurize ‘Appropriateness’ on them. They add to the family legacy in their own way and not carry its burden. They find the perfect mate at that perfect time when perfection is an eventuality. That soul-mate who has just the same amount of everything or is that perfect cog to the machinery of their life. They will plan that perfect wedding where they can afford to buy everything a person can dream of but will choose to not be superficial about it. Their wedding invitations will be fun, in that you won’t think how much it cost (Although you can feel the weight of what you’re holding) but will feel a little less creative than you thought you were when you see the format.
That famous photographer you heard of? Yeah, s/he comes to the wedding and takes pictures that make you smile, laugh and tear up the way wedding photographs are meant to. The clicks themselves are not bourgeois family portraits of the wealthy. They’re personal, fun, confident. And you wonder what it feels like to have such an inclusive smile when you look the camera in the eye and know it will reveal that innate beauty that people compliment you for.
I might have come off jealous. I don’t think I am. Mostly anyway. But being someone who is strictly middle class, has over-sized dreams that border on fantasies, who reads fiction because it helps her escape from mediocrity, whose blog is a secret because she’s tired of having to explain and argue with people about her thoughts without being labelled something petty and for whom photograph-moments are a decent-sized fear? This breed of super-people are a source of feverish fascination.
I know that I’m not accounting for what I don’t see and am romanticizing what I do. Maybe that is all there is to it: my IMAX vision of their Multiplex life. But I am astutely aware of how, in any case, I’m just the audience. To this, some of you might say that I am probably just as fascinating to someone else and its all just perspective. True. And deadly depressing. Somehow its more comforting to think of myself as mediocre with better things to look forward to than, in any parallel universe even, be the best it can get. I need to at least have a fantasy of something bigger and better.
The closest I come to giving a physical form to these graphic thoughts is what I’ve read and related to, if only partially. Those second tier (albeit important) service providers you read about in Fictional books on the Golden Age of Hollywood. The ones on the fringe, who did not have the talent or the looks or appeal or power that people they dealt with had but were happily associated, even if from afar, to that glitz.
Of course, there’s no one I associate with, who is such perfection combined. They regret something or the other about themselves. But they come achingly close when I choose to ignore their remonstrations. It’s the people I have as acquaintances that have such a hold over my fantasies. The ones I don’t know well but whose timeline I have access to. This, of course, highlights and consequently overthrows the basic premise of my description of The Perfect Ones but whoever said this was a Scientific discourse?
In the interest of being a Hollywood fan and clarifying that I’m not a nut, I do NOT look at or chase Perfection like Nina did.
Hope this is an enlightening read on my thirtieth birthday.