It’s interesting how my concept of identity has evolved over the past few years, even over the past few months. Gone are the days that I see someone with funky glasses and Chuck Taylors and say, “I bet we’d be friends.” Actually, those days aren’t wholly gone but I’ve at least learned not to be disappointed when the person is less compatible with me than I’d hoped.
Similarly, gone are the days that I meet someone who is vegetarian or who doesn’t own a car or who votes third party and I say, “I bet we’d be friends.” Actually, those days aren’t wholly gone either but I’ve learned that politics and values don’t always correlate the way I’d expect.
I know plenty of folks who have radically liberal politics but the heart of a salesman glad-handing on a golf course and I know plenty of peace-loving simplifiers who wear cardigan sweaters from Ann Taylor and drive mid-sized sedans.
People are complicated and I guess that’s a good thing but it makes them harder to squeeze into neat little boxes, which is inconvenient.