Lately I've been thinking a lot and I came to a strange conclusion. Perfect things aren't any fun for me.
This expresses itself most clearly in music. These days most music is enhanced, altered and edited into perfection. But to me music is the purest form of expression of human emotion. The fact that Freddie's (Queen) sometimes broke a bit, and that he once or twice missed a tone makes it feel so much more human than the "perfect" voices we hear today.
But the same goes with the much rougher voice of Axl (Guns n' Roses) and Kurt Cobain (Nirvana). They have extremely good voices, sure. But they admitted that they were somewhat flawed as they couldn't do everything. And in their albums and especially their live performances you (well at least I) could truly feel their emotion.
But my love for imperfection doesn't end with music. It extends into people, animals and even machines. The dad of a (rich) friend of mine had a Volvo and a Alfa Romeo spider. The Volvo was by far the better car. It always worked, it was at least 10 times as practical and besides mandatory yearly checks it was never at the workshop.
The Alfa however always broke down, never seemed to operate and was completely impractical. At least 2 things wouldn't function at any time. But he loved it, and so did I when I could join as a passenger (don't have a license). It wasn't the speed, I live in a part where speeding is nigh impossible to do. It just felt... alive.
So yeah I started to realise that maybe I didn't love some things despite their flaws but because of them