I believe there is something in many of us that thinks we can defy the odds, that the rules don't apply to us, and that we can somehow bypass logic, or fate. We live on the edge and on the verge and push the envelope- some of us more than others- but all of us just a bit. Perhaps what we do, or say, or think of, won't count somehow when it isn't our best effort, or not in our best interest... and maybe it doesn't.
It's not possible for us to be scrupulous in every way all of the time, and it is our imperfection that largely defines us and makes us beautiful. We are beautifully imperfect, and even ridiculous at times, but lovably so. We are lovable even in all of the ways that we deceive ourselves.
I learn to laugh at myself because being human is a journey in imperfection.