Just finished watching some movie on TV. I still can't believe I actually stuck with it till the end. It had 'bad movie' written all over it. Let's see now, a girl named Clear -- IMDB-ed it and the girl was indeed called Clear, would you believe it, what's next, Pantene or Sunsilk? -- Candyman as a coroner -- no, I'm not kidding you, I just checked out the full credits to confirm -- and Seann William Scott not in a leading role. Man, that was so not a good movie!

So why did I decide to watch it anyway? I don't know, somehow those bad things amused me. And it wasn't in a love-to-hate way. As much as I hate to admit this, I enjoyed its imperfection. A switched-off computer monitor that blew up the whole house with tiny drops of whiskey, for example. Or a bike that was miraculously fixed and ridable after being hit by a car in the previous scene. All right, enough about the movie, that's not what this entry is about after all. Just out of curiosity, though, can you tell what movie that was?

When it comes to people, especially, I don't always like perfect things. People who seem to know everything. Gals who are not only beautiful but also smart and rich. Athletes who are too good. Maybe that's why I don't like watching Miss Universe and only started to really idolize Michael Jordan after his unsuccessful 2nd comeback.

Seriously, perfect people frighten me. Whenever I'm attracted to someone, I'll be much more comfortable around that person after I have found some flaws. During my idealistic, younger days it always annoyed me when people said their BFs/GFs were perfect. Dude, noone is perfect! Now that I'm a bit wiser *yeah, right* and older *this one is definitely right* I give them the benefit of the doubt and assume what they mean is their BFs/GFs are perfect for them.

While I never subscribe to the theory of "my missing rib" -- that there is one person out there who was made for me, I do think there are several "missing ribs" out there for me. (And the nearest being at Tony Roma's. Sorry, couldn't help it.) I'm saying there are people out there who are perfect for me. How? By being imperfect, of course. Kinda like that jigsaw puzzle thing. If all pieces were in the same shape and size, the picture would never appear. Whoops, correction. It can indeed be done, the easiest way is to have all pieces as rectangles. But come on, that'll take away the fun, won't it?

Hmm, I just realized something. That jigsaw puzzle analogy works both ways, it can as well shoot my great "several missing ribs theory" down. I guess it's never easy to find a perfect analogy to explain this perfection-imperfection situation. Well, well, that's another irony right there. Man, I'm getting really good at this.

Anyway, I guess what I'm trying to say is this. I like people because they are not perfect. So you don't know a thing about puter. Cool, it means I can show off my puter knowledge to you without the fear of being found out wrong. So you can't sing. Great, that makes me the best singer between us. So you can't count. Fabulous, I can sell you calculators. In short, your being imperfect justifies my existence -- our existence -- and I thank you for that.