I used to think that there was no-one like me and was resigned to walking through life in a minority of one.
And then I bumped into someone who was soooo much like me we spent the first three days amazing each other by instinctively knowing how the other thinks. Picture it - someone who understands you totally, with whom there is no artifice, just total truth. Total.
Problem is, I killed his marriage, well, in part. But I still feel bad for it. :/
Turns out that having someone so like myself is unhealthy.
