That Thing You Do

"People call these things imperfections, but they're not, aw that's the good stuff. And then we get to choose who we let into our weird little worlds. You're not perfect, sport. And let me save you the suspense. This girl you met, she isn't perfect either. But the question is: whether or not you're perfect for each other. That's the whole deal. That's what intimacy is all about." - Good Will Hunting

I think about the people I let into my weird little world. The people who get a glimpse of the idiosyncrasies, the peccadillos(though I promise I don't fart in my sleep) that construct a person, like legos. Little building blocks of that random band you liked in 7th grade that made you fall in love with indie, craving peppermint patties at 3pm, one's "expressionful face". A genome of experiences. A map of the seemingly random course of one's life.

And there are always the ones that few notice, or are privileged enough to see. The people who impact our lives might take their coffee black (because their fathers do) and have the slightest pout when they sleep.

It's interesting how one can find a kindred spirit based on these quirks. Total strangers, fictional characters.

Skylar in Cambridge finds value in learning something for herself and enjoys telling dirty jokes.
Tereza in Prague has a penchant for sleep hand-holding and a desire for privacy.

Peggy in New York is a girl who "won't settle" and a people-pleaser at Church.

Emily in Amherst is feisty and jots down a poem or two from time to time.

Kindred.