so-called flaws

I feel literally dirty. As in, I need a shower. But I’m so goddamn slack I DON'T CARE. Anyways, hello blog. I'm keen on some more emotional question asking, if you'll be so kind to listen BUT NEVER ANSWER ME. Oh I know: 'find the answer in yourself', you hint sagely. Damn blogs and your new age bullshit. Okay *cuts tangent*

So I’m gonna go back a couple of weeks, back to the gypsy zorba circle night. We also discussed what type of guy we'd marry and the results were amusing, intricate, disturbingly truthful and possibly accurate. One friend, who’s a very sexy lady ;D, said "My husband shalt be addicted to sex!". Another friend, who’s into laughing and incense (from what I remember anyway), said "My husband shall be addicted to weed!". Yours truly, who into intensity and rock 'n' roll tragedies said "My husband will be addicted to heroin and suicide!". The final friend, who’s literally a drama queen (as in, she learns drama, acts in plays etc.) said, “My husband will be addicted to”- throwing us all off-guard- "Shakespeare!". She brought us back to earth. As we got caught up in our crazy conversation, we skimmed over the fact that that behaviour is seriously unacceptable. But is it so wrong to be attracted to ‘unacceptable behaviour’, to relish what society would call 'flaws'? I guess we were kidding and exaggerating, but the scary thing was, is that we could all see ourselves, and each other in a potentially chemical romance (Yes, pun intended. Well for my little rock-husband tale anyway).

Maybe we're just into the type of guy that WOULD be said sex/ganja/valium/drama addict. For example, the sex addict man would be... well, sexy, confident, hunky, spontaneous; the grass-lover would be chill, calm, giggly, overbrimming with content-NESS and always keen for a great time; the suicidal man would be wounded, troubled, intense, passionate and deep; and the drama man would be confident, unique, demonstrative, expressive, and, gathering from the several drama kids I’ve met, sincerely interesting and amusing. Those summaries (whilst subconsciously generalised, I’m sure) really do sound like a good match for my friends.

So now I’ve got the question, blog. Is it okay, nay, normal to love the 'imperfections' as much as, or even more than the 'good characteristics' themselves?
What would one consider a 'good characteristic' anyway? While some women would be disturbed by intense, emotionally driven men, that shit is admired by me.

Yeah. See! I can't find the answer in myself, blog. Your peace-loving jargon didn’t work this time! I usually can puzzle it out by the end, after an hour of mulling over it, but I will get back to you later.

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