Different flocks on the floor.

I learned a phrase, or maybe an idiom, which goes like this: birds of a feather dance together. I think it summarizes well my previous post. It's true, indeed. I mean, we'll surely fond those who share our interest or opinion, won't we? But coming to think about that, it suddenly dawns on me that Polar Bear and I are not really 'birds of a feather'. In fact, I sometimes believe that we both come from two different planets which varies to bits. Of course, there's certain interest that we both share, but you still can tell the difference. Say in music, we both love music, and we both listen to it while we are working. But the genre may be different. He always called most numbers in my mp3 'weird', and I found some of the songs he listened to 'childish'.

And today, we fought again. Well, not really the fight that you see in drama where tears and shouting come in. Ours are more to a debate (We've been doing this since ages, even long before we knew each others' hearts and said "I love you"). He's really good in provoking. And I, an egoistic being myself, can't stand him poking the issues that bound in my 'expert area'. He criticized me for being so emotional in expressing my point of view, in which he called unconvincing. No doubt, I was offended. I wasn't trying to impose my belief on him, but rather to tell him things that I knew. Of course, I wasn't good in details, my memory didn't work that well and I wasn't even closed to being particular about every single thing.

I don't know why I suddenly become overwhelmed whenever we have this kind of 'conversation'. If it were another person, I wouldn't probably bother to tell him things. In reality, I'm rather pessimistic. I don't have the gut to debate with others especially when they appear to be the know-it-all person. I prefer to just nod my head, though I know they are wrong. But it was different with Polar Bear. Maybe because I have a high expectation on him, I couldn't stand him being wrong (he's always the one with the brain, anyway). Or maybe being the person who always comes the second after him; I, to some sort, want to be on the winning side.

Now, I have a different point of view. But I wouldn't say that my previous entry is a complete rubbish. It's indeed true, that to a certain extent, we are drawn together by our likeliness, similar interest, so on and so forth. But I can't deny the idea that sometimes, it's the oppositeness that binds us together. As most says, "opposite attracts". Like magnet, we are attracted to the 'different poles'. Maybe the magnet concept explains my relationship with Polar Bear best. He's different, and this difference draws me to him. And we learn to dance together, though we are of different flocks, different colours, and possibly different brains. Maybe sometimes it's better to accommodate and value our differences rather than to ridicule them.

-Miss B-