Check out anyone's Facebook page, and you'll get a story of who they are. Yes, a story, but not necessarily the real picture. Not the manifesto of their lives or the depths of their souls.
What we put out to the world and how we present ourselves is just the overcoat of our true selves. It's the glossy surface of the deeper, more complicated, and frankly more interesting people we really are.
I find people with histories, baggage, flaws, and regrets far more compelling than those who lives appear perfect and “normal” — whatever that is. Give me a messed up soul who's examined their lives and can embrace their flaws over the veneered perfectionist whose mask never slips any day.