I was on my way to the tube today to pop into Loughton to do a bit of business when I was stopped by an old lady who said she was sorry to bother me and that she wasn't selling anything. Turned out she was lying. Twice.
So I stopped, I wasn't in a rush and she asked me if any political party really fit the bill in terms of looking after humans and the planet. She couldn't have asked a worse person but before I unleashed all kinds of heavy politics on her old ass I enquired if she meant any party that currently existed or if I could cherry pick a fantasy political party.
She didn't answer. She just stared deep into my eyes and said that humans make mistakes, they humans are imperfect and that we can't rule the world and that only Jesus can.
I nearly hit her but instead I gave her a withering glance and made it quite clear that...
- I'm not religious
- Making mistakes is good, we learn from them
- I love imperfection, imperfection is what makes life so sweet
- God isn't perfect
It was the turn of the nice old lady to look at me with disgust and retort: "If you'd seen some of the imperfect people I have seen you wouldn't say that."
"Do you mean disabled people?" I asked.
"Yes, they're all imperfect and they're all so unhappy!"
She wandered off at this point to hassle some other un-suspecting citizen and no doubt shout at a wheelchair user or the spastic kid.
Who needs perfection? Life would be so dull. Unless it's fried chicken, then it has to be perfect...