We know our people

Sometimes I amuse myself with thinking about thinking. My latest thinking thought arose from a long and tedious train of thought, but ended up caught in the notion that we know different people in different ways.

For example—

I know my brother pins his identity on surfing, and surfing culture.

I know my best friend is a contradiction of shyness and extroverted exuberance.

I know my father can never be idle, and the most important thing in his life is his family.

I know my mother loves to be the one everyone relies on.

No-one needs to tell us these things, we can just tell, right? We understand these people, we see patterns.

But what are we missing?


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