A dear friend told me recently that he’d rewatched a movie series that he enjoyed. When he told me this, he offered, “It’s not perfect, but…” It got me thinking.
I’m in the habit, as he is, of adding that as a preface to a positive opinion of something. There are certain things which I like, which some people might call “guilty pleasures,” wherein I say something along the lines of, “It’s not perfect, but [I like it/it’s fun/it’s entertaining].”
Who Cares If It’s Perfect?
Why do people, including myself, attach that disclaimer when they mention things that they like?
It’s a “prebuttal” against anticipated criticism. How sad that we go into a conversation anticipating that the other person will instantly find fault with the thing we enjoy. It’s somewhere we’ve placed all ourselves, and it’s disappointing.
Does it matter if something is perfect? Aren’t things sometimes better if they aren’t?
There are a few perfect things in life. The love you might have for your children could be perfect, if you’re lucky enough to be a parent. A perfect sunrise over the water could be perfect, if you’re lucky enough to see it. The first time you kissed someone for whom you had real feelings could be a perfect memory.
Given that we all know that perfection is a fleeting instance or an unattainable state of being outside of God, why would we bother prefacing our statements about enjoying a simple entertainment with a qualifier?
It’s not realistic to expect to enjoy something only if it is perfect.
Let’s just presume that most everything isn’t perfect. Then, when something is perfect, we attach the qualifier that it is perfect and that can be the wellspring of the conversation.
Maybe it’ll make conversations a little better when we discuss matters of opinion.