
I’ve had the entire cast of Seinfeld in my dreams…
…including, to my chagrin, George Costanza…
The loser to end all losers!
Whether I like it or not, if he’s in my dreams, some part of him must represent some a part of me…
So what do I share with that sniveling, lazy, self-centered, fearful sycophant?
Please don’t answer…
Well, I do see one trait in common:
We want everything to be just right.
Perfect.
George celebrates the perfect parking space at the hospital. He tries to combine sex, food, and TV for the perfect experience. We know how these attempts will end: in disaster.
When he finds the perfect girlfriend, the perfection makes him so nervous that he destroys the relationship…
If you’re trying to maintain a state of perfection, of course you’re going to worry! The perfect situation can not remain perfect. Change is the nature of…