Living Pinocchios

It seems that no one is really who you thought they were. I guess I've known that all along, I just wish it didn't hurt so much to truly find out. It appears that we live in a generation where no one is genuine anymore. People only show you what they want you to see, which is really a shame. With myself, I'd like to believe that what you see is what you get... I'm not perfect, nor did I ever claim to be. I'm not deluded to believe that I have no flaws, I'm quite aware of them; the only difference between me and the majority of the people I know is that I admit the flaws exist. I'm so tired of being judged for the imperfections in my life. I don't always say or do the right things at the right times, but that's life. I can be inconsiderate, selfish, and impatient; but for every "flaw" in my personality, there's a good quality to make up for it. Next time someone points a finger at me, I'm going to point them in the direction of the closest mirror. Often times the things you find to dislike about me exist within your own life as well... Food for thought.