Nobody trusts a “perfect” person. Of course, perfect people don’t exist. We’ve all sinned and fallen short. But there are those among us who insist on putting forth a perfect persona. I remember a quip from years ago, “Those who pretend to be perfect are truly annoying to those of us who are.”
In all my years on Facebook – and I’ve been hanging out there for quite a while – the posts that garner the most attention (and which I share with alarming frequency) are posts that poke fun at me. People love to laugh, and laughing at me seems to be a particularly notable event.
Take last week for instance. I was happily sloshing through my morning shower ritual. Face wet and eyes closed, I reached for the shampoo and squirted a goodly dollop into my hand. Now I’ve been showering by myself for a few years, and I can do this maneuver in the dark, eyes shut, and not spill a drop. Practice makes perfect … sort of. I’d no more than plopped my shampoo-covered palms on my scalp when an unusual aroma filled the shower. Not the slightly floral bouquet of my normal shampoo, this had a light citrus scent. It smelled familiar. Just like the evening before. When I’d bathed the dog. Apparently I’d left the his shampoo in the shower. On the bright side, I had a very shiny coat and was flea-free for the day.
One hundred twenty-one likes and thirty-five comments later, my Facebook friends were well entertained.
The only posts that have come anywhere close to the amount of chatter instigated by one of my bumbling acts, are when I posted about the death of a beloved pet. Those people who love to laugh with you, are usually the same ones who will stop and cry with you. But they can’t do either if you’re not transparent enough to share. That’s deep, people. Think on that this week.