so different in our similarities

it looks like it's going to be one of those days of perpetual grey. it's beginning to feel like november.

how is it possible that we all start along the same path, but end up in such different places? having brothers allows me the possibility of seeing how i might have ended up, had things been different. we're all doing what is right for us, and our similarities are obvious. it is, however, our differences that make us unique. they're typical guys. socializing over scotch and beer, talking about the latest high-tech gadget they have, or their latest power tools. i'm unable to join these conversations, for they speak in a language that might as well be greek. their latest cd's include shania and avril, so i can't talk about that either, because mine are chris and kate, lowest of the low, and rheostatics. my one brother only reads magazines, so i can't talk about books. with him, our common ground is either the bike, or photography. i sure can't talk about the poetry or stories i've written, or the way kate fenner's voice melts me.

does it scare me when i realize how different i am from most people?

i'm thinking about watching the sunset with you.

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