History Project - What is your definition of perfect Society?

Hello fellas, 
Sorry for the depressing text yesterday, I dunno what the hell happened, I think I was possessed by a teenage devil with mixed up feelings or something like that. 
Anyway, today I'm going to publish a work, more like a composition, which I've done for my history class. I think I didn't actually answered what the teacher wanted, but I couldn't answer it in any other way. 

The question was "What is your definition of perfect Society?".

Here's my answer:

A Perfect Society?
'Perfection' is a mythical concept, impossible and most of all it's undefined. Perfection is relative, everyone has a a different perception of it. For me 'perfection' is the acceptance of its nonexistence.
People who lived in this society wouldn't know the word 'perfection' nor its meaning. They would have flaws and they would fail, they would fall and they would get hurt, they would never be perfect the way we think that perfect people are, and they would mostly accept themselves and the others as they were. This way prejudice wouldn't exist.
My perfect society wouldn't be constituted only by good persons, peaceful and remarkably intelligent. They would be defined by their personality. They would be strong, real, consistent  and not 'paper persons' (yes, this is a reference to the book Paper Towns, by John Green) who have weak and malleable personalities. 
They would live to be and not to have or to look like. 
The most important think about work and getting a job would be the joy you would have in doing it and it be all about money. 
In my opinion the flaws and the acceptation of that flaws would be the perfection, because my perfect society is about the imperfections.

And that's it... I don't even know if this makes sense, at least it was what it seemed right for me to write at the moment. 
Somehow the teacher gave me an -A!, even though it wasn't exactly what he wanted. :D

- The Wolf  

She was...

hello dear someone,

today I'm gonna tell you a story, and as every single stories this one starts like this,

Once upon a time, in a far or not so far land, there was a girl (well, there were more than a girl but I'm only gonna talk about this one) whom the name isn't important and the age is even more irrelevant. She wasn't pretty nor ugly like in the books, where or you are pretty and want to be more than that or you're ugly but someone loves you by your personality and, oh, comes out you're not even ugly!, how beautiful. No. She was a real girl, like every other real girls...  The thing about her was that she was full of shit. She simply wasn't capable of being loyal to her real self when she was surrounded by everyone, she was crap, and she new it. But, hey, do you really think you can judge her? We do what we need to survive, and teenage years are a bitch.

I'll explain her story better.

She was this quite girl, who thought, who observed, who didn't lived for fashion, boyfriend and social events. She was an atheist, she was cynical, she was realistic. Her mind was an amazing place where you could simply sail all day long and find the most unlikely things that you would ever find in a teenager's mind. You see... the thing about 'thinking', and 'observing', it might not be exactly how you're expecting. She thought because she was capable of observing, and she was capable of observing because she thought (this is really difficult of explaining). Okay, easier way: you see things, she saw through things. You see and that's it, it's seen... she saw and she gave it a meaning. She could pass hours thinking about what she has seen, or heard, and that way things developed in her head. She was a lonely person because she simply didn't live in our world... She was always somewhere else. And it was fine by her because it was who she was.

But things got tough. No one wants to be alone, right?

So she understood that she simply had to leave all that crap that was in her head and she had to do something to fit in. She started to act like the other girls, she stopped to think and she started to live. She started to get to the social events, she started to make friends (even though she didn't like them), she started to dress like the others... she even got a boyfriend (who she didn't like), and she started to feel more and more alone. She was crap, she was a superficial girl, she was a liar, she was like those persons that she couldn't (in the past) bare. She was full of shit and it became difficult to come back to what she was... because she didn't know who she was anymore. She still doesn't know... 

You know who you are?

- The Wolf

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Why don't you guys coment my posts? 

I wanna a typewriter.

Hi there dwarfs, wizards, antisocial muggles, geeks... and who knows, perhaps normal persons.

What's up?

For now on I'm going to use this font. Do you like it? Of course you do.

I could not write here for a month bc of school, but I've got good news! I'm sick and I'm going to be at home at least for more 3 days. Yeeeey! And are that good news, you ask? Ask. Now. 

Oh... I'll explain. If I'm sick I've got to be at home. If I'm at home I have time to write. Du.

So... That was all I guess. I'll write something and try to post it today.

Byee