I love imperfection.

Give me imperfect friends. I like ‘em because they have blemishes. That’s what makes them unique. That’s the attraction. I steer clear of people who seem to be a little too perfect. Especially if they are demanding. To the point of trying to make me perfect. In reality, I suspect there’s no such thing as perfection. Not even the creator is perfect. He’s made all sorts of mistakes. Fortunately, he was right about one thing. That is, from my perspective. And that was to create me. Even if it was a mistake, it was the right kind of mistake. I’d have it no other way. I’m satisfied. Living as an imperfect being. And able to love others created in the same imperfect mold. –Jim Broede