"Personally, I'd rather be human than perfect." Well, no I wouldn't. I'd probably be a better and/or happier person if I agreed with that statement, but at the moment, I'd say I do not. I would eagerly choose an emotionless shell I can take down when it's convenient to open up to a selected person or people, instead of the more human alternative.
I've been meaning to write a post about just how horrible the wedding I went to over the weekend was. Not that horrible in a particularly interesting way — no one got arrested that I know of, no one broke any bones, the bride and groom both showed up — just horrible in the sense that I had a bad weekend. And I probably will write the post, but I want to get some work done this morning, and this brief commentary on something else seemed easier than writing a sardonic, justifiably-whining, amusing-from-a-safe-distance post about the wedding. In other words, I want to do it justice.