Perfectly wrong

I am back again to write some more. Or perhaps talk some more. I guess if you look at it one way I must look like the loneliest person ever, but if you tilt your head a bit the other way, then I suddenly look like the world's biggest chatterbox, and since I listen to heaps and heaps of music, well let's say that perhaps it's an inspiration. I'm just giving myself a good image that's all. I'm not lonely but I like to talk. It's the thing that got me into a tiny little bit of trouble in class and during parents' day. You see Mr. and Mrs. Chetcuti, she does so well, but talks too much. Big big mega sigh. Well I haven't changed much, I don't talk a lot to people in everyday life nowadays, I talk a lot to little people but that's about it. And yes sometimes that makes me feel lonely during my job, there is little time for small talk and then I'm not very good at small talk, if I talk it's going to be a massive talk. Or none at all. There are not many people I trust to talk to for the simple reason that I don't know a lot of the people, but I trust the perfect man. He was yet another thing I was looking forward to today, but it'll have to be next week.I trust him perfectly, I don't know why, I just think he has a conscience. He is not big like me, I actually would love to be his size, perhaps trade sizes, and yet I just think that because he is perfect in everything then he must be justly perfect in talking to. I like talking to him, because you can actually talk to him, explain and he doesn't expect perfection, he just expects that I do my job, which is perfectly reasonable. And this perfect man has also an inherent knack of listening when he's not rushed off his feet. I wonder where he gets the energy from, perhaps from a lot of good old Vitamin C through good old squeezed oranges. Somehow his energy makes me feel so small in comparison though because I honestly never want to let him down. That would make me sad. Because one day, he explained it in a nutshell; everything is like clockwork (and he is just like clockwork, the type that never needs a battery), if I do my thing well, then that will help him do his well and help me in the process. What a wise head on young shoulders. That man will always have me in awe. Perhaps sometimes what I think makes me look bad, but really I am not one known to suck up to anybody. I hear a lot of things and disagree, just because a man is competent, then that is a virtue and not a vice. It just happens that sometimes people touch your life somehow. Through him I have learnt a lot, not just the perfection trait, or the being able to talk to him trait. I have realised that I am not the only one who is a dartboard for size related comments. So I'm a big dartboard, and he's a smaller one, never the less a dartboard. How mean, silly, and stupid. You really can never please the world can you? I thought that the big issue was all there was as regards size. Wrong. There's also the smaller issue. But at least we are both not stupid. I will always be grateful for the unspoken respect, the things he automatically does to help me even physically and never ever says a word about it. He is probably the only one who never ever hinted at the big thing. And I was never paranoid he might be thinking this or that. And it makes me sick to hear size related comments about people who are smaller then myself just as it makes me sick to hear size related comments about people like me or bigger. How low can anyone get, and oh how stupid. Because people with university degrees are not necessarily very bright. I will never be one to judge a man by his size, brains do not take up much space, and a good heart takes up so very little. The outer shell is what it is, a cover. And if variety is the spice of life, then how come have we got it all so perfectly wrong?