I’m quite aware of how imperfect I am. I also have no problems with that. I am also aware that I’m not perfect to or for anyone. And I also have no problem with not being perfect to someone. But, not being perfect for someone, upsets me in a way at times that I can’t explain. And I’m having one of those times right now. My day has been full of malarkey thus far, and this is just the cherry on top.