I would be perfect. Of course, I didn't turn out to be that fantasy. Ironically, the person I dreamed about when I was 8 would irritate me now. I'm not perfect, but I accept myself anyway. I try to look at other people in the same light.
People usually have ideals they compare their loved ones to.
When they find out that no human is perfect, they set themselves up for disappointment. If I could teach a reader just one lesson, I would tell him to respect and accept his loved ones for the imperfect humans that they are. Even though his family and friends sometimes fail to live up to his ideals, he should love them anyway. I never was the fantasy of what everyone wanted me to be. I'm not an angelic, orderly and sunny person that some people expect me to be.