I shouldn’t be surprised, but once again I’m reminded of how disappointing other people can be. I suppose I have no right to lay expectations on other people to be anything other than who they are. But it is certainly a sad discovery, when upon finding out more about who they are, you question how much more you want to invest in them as a friend, or even as a person.
On a different note, in an essay entitled “It’s Not You, It’s Your Books” published on NYTimes.com, Rachel Donadio discusses the rise and fall of relationships based on literary choices. I couldn’t help but be amused by some of the anecdotes that she offers as I thought to myself that I too might use someone’s library as relationship criteria. I wouldn’t go so far to say that it would be a deal-breaker, but I think what people read is a reflection of who they are as a person, and though it might not be the cause of why we would or wouldn’t get along, there would probably be some correlation. To that end, I’m glad that I’ve been doing a lot more reading as of late, because had I met myself this time last year, I would think myself to be quite boring.
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