As it turns out I really do care about the aesthetics of the exterior of anything; so on came my quest to find a lounge chair to sit on. 

I came up to the first one and it had a huge black stain across the leather, I skipped it and moved on. 

I came up to the second lounge chair with its upholstery torn and cracked, I skipped it and moved on again.

Now I met the third lounge chair where a small rip was visible in the cushion seat, I skipped it once more.

Finally came the fourth lounge chair; this was one was flawless. No marks, no stains, nothing tarnished this exterior. So I felt relieved and sat down unloading the weight of my body onto it.

“Flawless” was a mis-perception on my part as the second I sat down, the cushion caved in and the spring(s) inside had given out, leaving me sitting on a lopsided lounge chair.

What I thought was flawless by sight was in fact just, if not more, flawed than all the other lounge chairs. Sure, it was aesthetically pleasing… but it was mess otherwise, which leads me to say that the more flawless something or someone looks like on the outside then the more flawed they maybe on the inside.

Only you would never know just by looking.