Typos suck!

I was skimming through my old posts and with so many typos - I feel like banging my head. Typos are like a smal black spots on a white shirt - they stick out. Rather awfully! I can't avoid looking at them and then spend the next 30 seconds in no-man's land - wondering whether I should fix them or leave it for the next saturday. Zero tolerance is overrated! Just like anything else. My laundry. My dishes. Cleaning my car. Vacuuming. Now typose too go into my list. Fixing the typos in my blog. So what happens if I don't fix them. What happens if they are not perfect? Why do I have to pick up blemishes? Can't I just say - it's okay and move on. Well, I guess I do the same with people too. I look at a girl's long nose and keep wondering - why? And in the process miss out on her lovely lips. Well, typos are not same - I know. There is an absolute right and wrong. But can I just issue a creative license for myself. Why am I behaving soggy and why am I losing my snitch. Why am I glorifying my imperfections and going so far to being lazy. Imperfections out of laziness is not same as imperfections following the best effort. But who will find that out. Are standards just personal. Are others really forgiving for my imperctions or they are just being nice - sometimes of out genorosity and sometimes out of resignation. The real truth about standards seem to be personal. Overall, its way too complicated. Never mind what we demand of others. Typos like other mistakes in life out of laziness need only be justified to me.