I think I’d want someone who was really intelligent and was after the meaning of life. Someone who’d had insights that I hadn’t who could really bounce ideas back at me in a conversation. Someone who wasn’t afraid to break with the norm and who didn’t care if he was a ‘nerd’. Someone with a subtle wit that most people would need to think to laugh at, but who could appreciate and indulge in obvious humor and silliness.
Someone whose musical tastes were all across the board, and who didn’t really care whether his tastes were considered overly popular or even overly eclectic. Someone who was conscious enough of his own mind to catch himself doing something out of insecurity or the need to please, or arguing for his own idea without heed to holes that had been cut in it. Who, in that situation had finally learned to throw aside an injured ego to embrace objectivity? And of course, as I knew I would, I am describing a clone of myself. I think I would be exhilarated to meet this clone, I think if he were male we would be immediate best friends, and if she were female we would be lovers. In the end however, I would not be as close with this person as with someone with more differences, whose sense of humor was different, or whose taste in music was very centered.
The clone and I would immediately tell each other everything, and in that way achieve a sort of superficial closeness, the closeness of not having to have worked to get close, and not having to have dragged out details and facets of another’s personality. People need to make projects out of each other, need to feel they have worked to get whatever they want in order to really enjoy the spoils. Just give me someone really intelligent and let us shape each other.Words/ Pages : 321 / 24
