A Little Less Than Perfect
It is hard to explain why I am not completely happy with my final surgery. It isn't that it doesn't look good. They do look good, but I wanted perfect. I know better than to expect perfect, but after going through a year of hell, I figured I might get a little more than "good".I came up with an analogy (mostly for guys) for those of you that don't quite get where I am coming from.... so here it is...
Let's say you decided that one year from now you are going to enter a triathlon. You want more than anything to win, and you figure it is an obtainable goal. You are willing to do whatever it takes to win, so you get a professional trainer and start training every day. You change your diet and eat nothing but healthy natural foods, you avoid fast food and turn down yummy desserts.
The day of the race finally comes, and you are expecting great things from yourself, because you know you have worked hard to achieve your goal. As you are warming up on your bike, you crash and bend your derailleur. The derailleur is hanging a little lower than it should, so the bike mechanic says that he can fix it, or you can use your mountain bike as a backup, but your mountain bike has two flat tires, and even if you fixed them, it would be slow. You decide that you will have them try to fix the derailleur. It is fixed, but the bike mechanic says don't put too much pressure on it when you are switching gears, because it might break again.
You aren't super happy, but at least you are still in the race. After all that, your trainer comes up to you a hands you a thong. You look at him like he has lost his mind. "What is this for?" you ask.
"That is for the swim portion of the triathlon" he replies. "It will help keep everything in place, and make you swim faster."
You are a little on edge because of the bike problem, so you understandably throw it at his head and tell him to wear the &%*@ dental floss.
The race finally starts and you finish with a really good time, but you didn't win. You are a little pissed off because it was your goal to win and you didn't, therefore you lose.
The End.
So, even though the twins look good, they aren't perfect. I am sure that I will get over it, but it just seemed like for an entire year I was looking towards this one "goal" and I didn't reach it. Normally I wouldn't care whether or not I even had breasts. It really isn't about the boobs. It is more about looking forward to getting something, then being told you can't have it.... "I know you REALLY wanted this Harley Davidson, but will the 250 Honda Scooter work for you?"
Do you get it?!!!
