A Not So Eloquent Epiphany

This is my first post in this thing, another new device in which to keep in touch with people while never actually being in touch, and rather than try to be articulate or say something noteworthy and amazing, I'll just write a truth about me that will most likely be deleted when I become embarrassed by my own thoughts.

When I was setting this up, I was looking for quotes to past, lyrics I loved, parts of movies that I could quote verbatim, a book that meant something to me. I ended up coming back to the book I've only had for maybe six months but has been read so frequently that the cover is battered and bent, pages curl at the edges.  So I looked over it again, skimming quotes about love and music, art and passion, when I came to an epiphany, not so different from one of the character's own: 

98 percent of the world would settle for a Loring Blackman, but I'm part of the other 2 percent, I won't settle for less than a Paul Hudson.  

This is not me professing my love for a fictional character mind you, just the qualities that make him so attractive.  I want a guy with cocky bastard smile who challenges me and pisses me off.  I want someone who won't give in, no matter how stubbornly I refuse to admit defeat.  Flaws are real, I want imperfection because perfection bores me.

I know it's stupid, but since scanning those pages for those profound words I can never quite make up on my own to grace this blog so I could seem more intelligent, I came to that realization.  These are my thoughts, far from profound, never eloquent enough and scatterbrained, because that's who I am.  Far from perfect.