It's odd how, from time to time, we tend to do things, say things, commit to things that are complementary to what the other does, without having any intention to do so. One can suppose, in some instances, that long habituated to one another's thoughts and activities we sometimes simply adapt them to our own, without noticing that to have occurred.

It's a reasonable enough explanation in some instances, but in others the unintended collusion as it were, isn't quite as explicable. Although when we started out together our values were similar and remained intact throughout the years, our political awareness was canted in a polarizing way. Since then, we've moved slightly closer to one another's positions, but despite that, the original beliefs we have held remain to a good degree, making for some fairly interesting conversations between us. We each seem to hold our own on that front.

When we were just kids of 14, 15 and so on it was a time of fundamental discovery. Not only about the world that surrounded us, which we began to discover in a tandem, but about one another. Not only do people find it difficult to know themselves sometimes, but it is also difficult to intimately become acquainted with the perspectives that drive conclusions of another person. And, just as we tend to take ourselves and some of our emotions and reactions for granted, we tend to do the same with the individual who is closest to us in the world, in every sense, through our long experience, perception and knowledge to whatever depth it has plunged, of that person.

Our thoughts, however, are our own. We share them, or we do not. There are some thoughts that are not meant to be shared, those that might be perceived as critical without due justification, although that being the case they shouldn't be there at all. If the justification is our concern for the well-being of the other, then to voice it is to profess a lack of confidence at worst, or an overweening worry that might result in a lack of confidence evinced by the other, forestalling them from carrying on in the manner they wish to do; interfering; in effect doing harm.

On a lighter note, when we were young we used to see occasionally that couples would affect the conceit of wearing matching clothing. I always thought how attractive that was, as a statement. He always felt repelled by this outer manifestation of collaborative cuteness. So it strikes me from time to time as quite amusing when, without deliberation, each of us selects an item of clothing from our separate wardrobes which, when we are dressed, just happens to match what the other is wearing.

When it happens, it becomes a brief topic of shared amusement. As occurred this morning when he pulled on a brighter-than-aubergine shade of purple, and so, as it happened, did I, independently of his choice. He tends not to notice when this occurs, and I tend to always bring it to his attention.

This kind of incident recalled, reflects the amount of trivia of which our normal daily lives are comprised.