i'm sitting, procrastinating away, enjoying my single serving of dole pineapple chunks (packaged in its "own juice" no less), possibly the best canned food item in the whole entire world. actually, i'm eating four point five servings but let's not quibble. by the time i'm done i get a little bit sweaty and tingly and i'm citrus-ed up. and then i drink the left over juice and i'm full as all hell. i eat alot of canned fruit, i wonder if that's a bad. pineapples, pears, peaches, mandarin oranges....whoever invented the peel back top is a genius. i hope he's rich.



you meet people in life who have gone through a similar life to yours yet they emerge with totallly different perspectives on how life works. you make your theories on which way the ball bounces and then you talk to someone and they relate stories that say totally the opposite. and you wonder what events or people in your life made your ball bounce your way. girls and guys can't be friends? they can't? i didn't know that. stuff like that. fundamental beliefs that you hold dear are refuted by people because in their time on this planet, they've encountered different things than you at every step. it would be interesting to have an identical twin (and no, me and george are not identical, thanks for asking) because you share the same genes so all the things different from each other would have to be environmental, wouldn't they?



flip it and reverse it.



then there are those people who have totally different backgrounds and experiences who think just like you. what's up with that? how did that happen? i think the person that is most like me is maybe, sixty five percent like me. maybe less. i'm hoping to find someone who is just like me. right down to a tee. like ninety percent. that would be kind of freaky. although finding that person might invalidate my uniqueness and that would be terrible. but it's okay, it's a small sacrifice in the name of social science.