Worrie

Sometimes I worrie I do not have enough personality, sometimes I worrie I do not have enough things that I love that only I love alone. Or is this why and how humans pick their friends? Do we strive to be individuals, or do we surround ourselves with others who like the same things to undermine or refine our own tastes? If there was a huge box of colouring pencils arranged in colour order, and we were each assigned a colour, would I be a slightly darker shade of red than my best friend and a slightly lighter shade than another best friend? and does that mean that friendships can never function properly in three's? Because two people might get along better than another two.

They say that oppersites attract, but if I am to be black and a partner white, do we remain black and white for the duration of our relationship? evidently we melt into a grey merge of both our personalities, through comprimise and adapting to each other's tastes and traits. When we break up do we return to black or white? or maybe we drift slowly back in our own directions, never really reaching black and white again.

If I read a book that none of my friends have read and enjoy it, passed it on to someone. Does it mean that it is part of my personality that has then been projected on to my friend? If I do not enjoy it, and they do, does it make it part of their personality?

I know it sounds wierd, I know I have personality and thats not what I am debating. I know how it feels to love something, and to really enjoy something, if it is literature, music, art. But I think sometimes it is good to question why we love things? and if we really feel things or feel like we should.