There she was—looking perfect, as always. Perfect long dark hair. Wide and innocent eyes with fringed long lashes that could get her anything with just a simple blink. Full-time job at a top notch and famous employer. New car. Loving and devoted boyfriend. Living all on her own. Not a flaw to be found. Not an imperfection to be seen. She seemed to have it all AND all together.
Every other year or so, I give myself pep talks to ‘be good’ to meet up with her. I meet with her out of duty, obligation, and loyalty, as we have strong ties that cannot ever be fully severed—even if I wanted them to. I meet with her to still show my love and care, but my love and care is from a distance with walls, boundaries, and limitations. There are just some people you must love from a distance. I am not sure when she had the appearance of perfection, but this façade made me want to spend less and less time with her. I was not jealous of her. I just could not read or understand her as to what her flaws were. Usually, I can read and see people’s weaknesses and ‘stuff’ over time, but, year after year, there was not any baggage, tote bags, or ‘stuff’ that could be shown or seen. Suffice to say, I am much more cautious and mistrustful of those who SEEM too perfect because, if it is too good to be true, then it is. There are some people who seem to have it all AND who seem to have it so easy without a struggle in sight. Then again, we only see people’s public successes and not their private struggles and ferocious, hidden fights.
For the life of me, I could not figure out her ‘kryptonite.’
I was first introduced to the term “Kryptonite” a couple years ago when a good a good friend and I were listening and head bopping to the song “Kryptonite” by “3 Doors Downs.” I asked her: “What is kryptonite?”
She explained it was the famous DC Comics Superman’s ultimate weakness. I thought to myself that even the greatest and strongest of people on the outside have kryptonite—weaknesses and vulnerabilities that we cannot see to the naked eye. Then, something clicked in me with this person who appeared so perfect and who I saw every couple years and with all the strong superheroes on the outside. Her kryptonite was, indeed, perfection. How much pressure and how the world weighed on her to appear so perfect and to have it ‘all together’ and not be able to show her vulnerabilities and weaknesses, or not being able to trust a single soul to reveal her real. How lonely and lonesome. How stifling and oppressive. How very, very sad, I thought to myself.
One time I said to her, “You know, if you ever want to talk to someone, I’m here to listen.”
She smiled sweetly without a flinch or any emotion, and almost robot-like, “Thank you. I’ll keep that in mind.”
Last time, I checked, we are only human, though I fear we are becoming more and more robotic and like robots.
The most perfect of people on the surface and the greatest and strongest of superheroes on the outside have a kryptonite. We all have weaknesses. No one is perfect. Truth be told, I rather spend time with those who reveal their real and make their kryptonite known rather than those who appear to have undergone a frontal lobotomy without a kryptonite in sight. Haven’t we all met someone who we met who seems so perfect? Who seems to have it all AND who seemed to have it so easy and simple? Have you ever wondered or even deciphered what their kryptonite is? What is your kryptonite?