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.
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?