So yesterday was my day off, so I thought a lot about just random junk. Then I got onto the subject of perfection, and being perfect. Just the thought of it annoyed me, and I just want to rant about my feelings about the whole idea.


There is no such things as perfect, as cliche as that sounds its the truth. A man or woman will look for the perfect house, the perfect spouse, the perfect family, the perfect pet, but what is the point of reaching perfection. The truth is that there isn't any point to it, once something is perfect then whats left? No room for imagination, no room for improvement, perfection is absolutely BORING!

Being a man of science the very notion of perfect irritates me, there will always be something that can be improved or changed, but that is the fun of being Imperfect, working to make the best for humanity while being looked at to make something even better. To be a scientist you must find joy in being pushed to make something better and better, perfect is imposable and improbable.

Now I didn't type this out to make you change your views on perfection, this is just how I feel. If you want to argue with me on it, go right ahead.