fear and imperfection

What is F.E.A.R?
False Evidence Appearing Real.
That little dark room where your
negatives are developed
I was amazed at how many people fear competition. I speak to lots of
people and many of them are worried about what their competition is up
to. I say, be interested but worry about it? Nooooo!
Hey, wise up! Competition is healthy! We need it. It keeps us on our
toes. If I didn't have competition I'd be concerned that what I
was doing wasn't worth doing.
The thing I like about competition is beating my competition.
In fact, I don't just want to beat them…I want to grind them
into the dust and hear the satisfying crunch as their bones break.
Competition is good. Watching the "talking dog look" on a
competitors face as you soar ahead of them is a joy to behold.
Remember this…People will try to take what they can from you.At any
given moment another person will attempt to get in front of you, be it
in a queue or even going up an escalator.If you are in a crowd and you
move out of position then at least five other people will try to take
your place faster than John Prescott reaching for the last pork pie at a
buffet.
Do unto others before they do unto you and believe me Shylock, if you
let them, they will!
I know other people, my so-called competition, repeat my work, I've
seen it and heard it. But it's what you do with it that counts

As far as mistakes you reveal, imperfections, I also want you to consider yet another sociology study I heard about:

There was a class of female college students who were to rate the attractiveness of a man who entered the room and sat down. They did it in two runs. On the first, they chose a top male model, perfect physically in every way. He entered the room with grace and perfect movement and body language, rather like some folks teach in their seminars.

The women rated him a six. They didn't LIKE him. Something was WRONG about him. He was too slick, or more appropriately TOO PERFECT.

Then, to a different group of similar student background, they had the same model enter the room, and PURPOSELY (but like the good actor he was), spill coffee ON HIMSELF.

No one laughed at his expense, as they were to remain silent judges of his attractiveness.

This time, they rated him a NINE out of ten. They LIKED him, in all his clumsy imperfection. They liked his imperfection.

They at the core, were attracted to his AUTHENTICITY, his "realness." He was just like them. Clumsy at times, embarrassed at times, and prone to spill coffee once in awhile, no matter how good he looked, how cool his clothes are, or whether he used "good body language