History repeats itself.

I was doing a timed writing in AP ENGLISH today, and we read about the inevitability of history's continuation to repeat itself. I found this amusing and relatable, on some level in my lifetime. I don't know why it is we want the perfect person. Yeah yeah, I know I won't settle for less but why do I continue to kill myself to find the best of the best. I know I'm not the only one here---we all do it. We scope out them dime pieces and let the rest of them chasing for your approval. It's like we want what we can't have and what we can't have---just can't be possible. Though, it's like I'm blinded and when the oppurtunity with a worthy boy comes along my path, I don't seem to see it that way. I don't allow myself to like anyone and I allow the imperfections to override my ability to fall for the guy. One thing's for sure, I'm mosdef tired of the same group of people and the same group of guys. I need to look beyond these perimeters and find someone new. But everytime I do that, there's always some connection to them in my life, before I've even met them. Hmm, what is it? Am I fallible to the show stopping types and resistant towards the nice guys? I need to find the one who's got it both---there's no way out..I just can't settle for less.