Saturday, August 02, 2008

You Think You Know Someone

So at book club this week while discussing the immortal genius that is Dave Eggers we sidelined into a disucssion about how well you really know people. Kathleen held the position (to which most agreed) that perhaps you never really know another person. I agreed at the time but was musing over this statement later. And ultimately I decided that it was untrue. Because, I decided, I know my spouse.

And not just in the biblical sense. zing!

But seriously. I know what he likes/doesn't like. I can predict how he'll react to stimulus (and not just in the biblical sense!). I can tell when his mood shifts. I know the activities most likely to draw him out of a funk or draw him deeper into a funk when he really just wants to funk. (and not I thought the third time might be the charm. ok then.)

Dreams, desires, goals, ambitions, irritants, preferences. Past, present, future. I know this man.

And then he told me he didn't like the song Brown Eyed Girl by Van Morrison.

So I guess you're right after all Kathleen. You can never really know someone else.


Lady Rose said...

Seriously? Brown Eyed Girl by Van Morrison?!!?

Who doesn't like that song!?!?!

Meg said...

What?! Everyone likes that song! EVERYONE!

Sha-la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la-la-la-ti-da. La-ti-da.

I do have to agree with Kathleen. And sometimes I wonder if I really even know myself.

Kathleen said...

Wow... I would one day like to know someone that well. Sometimes I can't even predict what will put me in a funk...