I've been getting some rather insightful and introspective lessons from this SiTe friend of mine. We were just on the phone, talking about our own creative personal projects we have to work on, and it segued into him talking about how he's a mystery to himself, and that he doesn't really know all about what is him sometimes, and said that made him an awkward person to be around. And I told him "Aw, I think you're just fine to be around." And he responded with:
"You don't know me."
And it wasn't really said any differently, but then again, he's pretty monotone during the entire conversation (he was working on an ink drawing when he remembered to call me, typical ), but it didn't seem like out of anger or anything. I was slightly taken back, but I had received a similar message like this beforehand, he told me he didn't really know me, and to explain why he deserved any of my patience with him. And really, I started to think that, maybe the way I "know" people isn't as deep as I thought it was. I get to know people enough where I can generally predict their behavior, but to really know someone... He's challenging that bit of me.
So I wonder, how do you actually "know" someone? When do you know that they "know" you?
We were having a conversation about identity, and he told me he went through experiences of not really having much of one, just feeling broadly or indifferent about lots of things. I told him that was interesting, because I was the exact opposite in my past: I wanted to know my favorites for everything, I wanted to figure out every aspect of myself and be 100% myself. Right now, I can't really relate to what it feels like to not know yourself... Or, not know how you feel maybe? Thoughts?
ETA: And is it strange that after he said that, I only wanted to get to know him even more?