When any two things match perfectly, they become the same thing... well in my eyes at least. I simply can't separate where one thing ends, and another begins. When things go well together though, they're separate and recognizable while sharing some sort of flow. In the past week I've had to explain to the badger that I just can't handle that much of one color, and it really got me to thinking about matchy mathcyness and how it relates to people.
When two people are the same, when they match too much, they become some sort of entity that can't be seen as separate. I mean, let's be honest, the song is Ebony and Ivory, not Ebony and Ebony. Or as Ella put it, you say tomato I say tomato. Distinctoin and separation between people can make for some magical harmonies. To be the same person, well it simply doesn't make music.
I would never want to be that entity with someone. I have best friends, I have people who I am unimaginably close too, but I am so obviously still a singular person. I flow with people, but luckily, I don't simply match.
Although I am coupled with someone, and was given the nickname kadger in the past week, I know I don't match that person. A look through our itunes could sure tell you that, no seriously. But even more so, we both manage to remain singular in our passions and preferences in so many things, we are lucky enough to really share a common bond while remaining so different and distinct. It's obvious we flow, but luckily, we don't simply match.
