It's ridiculous how some people expect each other to be perfect. As if we're all just a bunch of robots who aren't supposed to ever fuck up on anything. People would be much better off if they recognized that nobody's perfect. We're all just a bunch of lonely, confused people trying to find our way in this mess of a world anyhow, Right? There's a beauty in our imperfections because they are what define us as humans. We make mistakes. It's what we do best. The problem is where people keep tally on each other as if they're the Judge of all that is righteous. Is that what we really need? More deluded righteous people who think they never do anything wrong? Who feel like their view of perfection should be applied to everyone else? I think that the true sign of love is the ability to love someone for their imperfections; the ability to see how fucked up someone is and think "I recognize that, but I still want this person to be a part of my life. There are aspects of their personalities that I don't agree with, but there are other components that I find absolutely beautiful." If you can handle the imperfections, then its worth it to hang around for the good parts, right?