ME: So then she told me with, seriously believe me, with an absolutely gigantic look of disgust: 'NO!' For real

RYAN: Aw, that sucks. I guess you'll be the lowly fifth wheel on the date if you come along then.

ME:  I know, I know. I just think I'm not going to come. War & Honour III has been released on the PS4. That's definitely a good night ahead.

RYAN: Lame. Okay. 

Reflecting back upon the person I was eight years ago, I have to admit, is pretty amusing.  My social skills were the equivalent of a duck with a broken foot trying to swim in a straight line. I was a chaotic mess. Haha...?! 

Still, let's be honest, what 14 year old had every social skill figured out? And were free of imperfections and insecurities? Some 14 year olds say that such high-flying angels do exist. And I was one of them, for a while. 

Though with eight extra years of experience and surviving the entirety of school (woo!), my mind has been convinced to think that even the most amazing and spectacular of people have aspects of their personality and appearance that harass and irritate their mind on a daily basis, causing them to erect long term insecurities to which they are tugged like a blowing blizzard wind to cover with a thousand layers of deceit. 

Victoria Mayes had dwelled on rotation in my mind for soo many months. One night eight years in the past, she had assessed the features and characteristics of my soul and appearance, and rejected them. And that was all it took to make the rest of my week gloomily miserable. I felt like my entire existence had been decorated in mud, and set alight, especially  since Victoria was my ticket to a fun outing with 'cool' people.  But the week after was just fine. And now, the rejection is nothing more than the flying of a feather on a slow breeze upon my occasional reflections into the undulating past. 

I've had many more since, so much so that I could write a book! But just as many rejects have turned out to be accepts, and my mind is dotted with sugar-coated memories of the products of those accepts. 

Humongous herds of people in our generation obsess over themselves, constantly allowing the mirror to be the dictator of their emotions. There's absolutely nothing wrong with wishing and then trying to improve yourself, but it's growing easier and easier to notice that so many of us are trying to become the same person;  constantly pursuing that divine figure of amazing hair, teeth, body and charm, which is praised so heavily and repetitively in magazines and screens across the globe. It never stops.

I'm writing this today to tell you about some of the more intense and profound moments of my university life to hopefully spread a little perspective in a semi-abstract method. I met some fairly 'strange' and 'normal' human beings who decided to enter some fairly 'strange' and 'normal' activities. But truthfully, their personalities, together with their electric eccentricities and revolutionary ambitions summoned some of the most divine moments of my life, and have taught me so much about what this word 'perfection' truly defines. 

My name is Nathan, and I welcome you now to just another story about irresistible imperfections.