So on this thanksgiving, I’ve been thinking a lot about how far I’ve gotten as a social person. And I realized that although I might not have that many friends, I at least have the pleasure of becoming close with them in some way. (Well.. in my way, really.)

I hadn’t realized how selective I’ve become with the people I associate with, at least on a much deeper level than ‘acquaintance.’ Meh. Well..

How much can you know about a person though? I always think it’s subjective, that it depends on how much of themself said person wants to reveal. That part scares me. Yet I do the same thing. (Trust issues much?)

Recently, I’ve been syncing a lot often with a couple of people (*cough*Catwin*cough*). It’s kind of like completing sentences, only in a much creepier way since we often come up with the exact same words. For example, a phone conversation in the kitchen:

C: Okay, so her name will be Cain.
M: Yes.
C: Last name… last name…
M: *rummaging through fridge, intent on finding space* Emerson.
C: –merson.
M: *stuffs* ….
C: ….
M+C: *implodes*

It’s almost as creepy as the dreams.

Happy Thanksgiving.

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