What is it about people?

What is it about people? What is it about me?

I'm so fascinated by the way people interact. How they relate to one another. Especially when they're good friends, or family members.

What causes people to get along? At the bottom of it, we're all just globs of neurons and cells and chemical reactions walking around, so what makes one set of chemical reactions decide to want to be around another set?

Or is it this thing called the soul? It's real, it has to be, because a body can't be sustained and truly what we call "alive" without it. And that seems to be what connects inside of people. You find a kindred soul, and you want to keep them around. And it's not just because you like the same music or shop at the same stores...it's the quirks and the eccentricities that you share...or maybe even that you find fascinating in the other person. Or somehow you just...get each other. But what causes that? How do you "get" the other person? Why is that so hard to figure out?

If we did understand it, would it take the magic away?

I can look at another person and try to dissect what I like about them because, hey...that's what I do. Take my best friend Khrys for example. I love how creative she is...the way she can put a brush to a canvas and transform nothingness into beauty. I love how blunt she is...if she feels a certain way, she's not afraid to let you know. She's into weird science facts and dark poetry and coffee...and she loves to read maybe even more than I do. But beyond all that...she's like my better half somehow. And I wish I could describe her without using that cliche, but I don't think it's possible. Maybe that's why cliche's were invented. She understands me, and understands what I mean when I write between the lines. She (for some weird, unknown reason) accepts me for who I am and can deal with my long absences and mood swings. She's probably the only person I tell everything to, and without hesitation.

Heck. She's the only person I don't mind reading this blog.

Yet still...what is it that connects us? Literally? How does a soul work? Where do souls come from? Does God have a storage room, with little compartments and when it's time for a new person to be born, he carefully selects the perfect soul to go with that body and sends it down with a kiss? Or do we all sort of pop out of his body like little pieces of him all the time, each time a person is born? Or does he create each one anew? He'd be very busy, then.

And then I take this whole thought process, and turn it internally. What do people like about me? I look at myself as a fickle, unreliable person who's a tad strange, not all that pretty, and really bad at holding a conversation unless I'm in a conversational mood (which isn't all that often) and as a result I must be pretty boring. I know that there are certain people that I like to be around just for the sake of their presence...but I fail to see how anyone could apply that to me. How do they put up with my extended hiatuses and forgetting to reply to their texts and canceling plans and long, pensive silences and still enjoy having me around? To the point that they would actually request that I not cut them out of my life? (And now we come to the meat of the issue). What could someone see in me to want to be my friend, and to want to keep me around? What does anyone see in me?

I start a lot of projects, and then don't finish them. I get a lot of ideas, and then don't carry them out. But I'm trying, and maybe there are other people in the world like me, (like-minded, maybe that's the thing) that can understand that and want to be around someone who understands them in turn? Someone who won't judge them for their flaws, someone who might actually see their flaws as beautiful or just a part of what makes them, THEM?

I wish I knew what binds souls together. As friends. Because it's more than chemical reactions and facts. It's something strange...and incomprehensible. And a little bit magical.