I liked my dear friend Elise's comment about inspiring creativity in each other (she does the same for me). In the middle of a paragraph describing eccentrics, Dr. Weeks threw in this line: Many of them are loners. I think it can go either way. I have wondered if it is too much to ask for an ambitious artist, LDS, raw-foodie, home-birthing, soccer coach who has daughters and loves to run, bike, swim, race and get fully absorbed in a good book to move in next door? It would be lovely if our chickens could play together. I sometimes forget that other people aren't as totally excited about something as me that is probably a bit outside of the norm, let alone have any idea what I am talking about. "You know, because it didn't go over 118 degrees, so, you know, enzymes and stuff." Note to self: Blank stare = no idea what I'm talking about, must change subject immediately. On the other hand, mulit-hobbied people can have friends with a vast variety of interests. A rucksack brimful of topics of conversation at the ready. Loner is sounding more and more appealing.
I am very lucky to have a husband who is easy going, open minded, and willing to try new things. He seriously had no idea what he was getting into when he married me. I was just twenty! I didn't even know who I was yet. We were talking this morning about how different we are now, eleven years later, and how different we would probably be if we hadn't been influencing each other for all of our adult years. I like that we got to grow up together. I think it helped soften the blow.