Bias

Normally, I'm against bias, striving for something impartial and fair and just. Lately, though, I've been talking to someone a lot and that someone keeps saying I'm biased.

They point to the fact that I seem to tolerate certain things that I normally wouldn't, and then triumphantly exclaim, with much aplomb, that such an overwhelming bias seems to be demonstrated by your truly. But that's just it, I think. Embracing someone in spite of all the things you normally wouldn't.

Maybe I am supremely biased, but so what? That's just the thing. Isn't that what love is?

The best kind of bias.