Minneapolis. Dinkytown. Espresso Royale Cafe.
On the road–finally.
Starting to think all people are just manifestations of various archetypes; I swear I’ve met this one at least twice, and a couple first-time repeaters just walked by.
Meetings with old friends are as familiar and ephemeral as recurring dreams.
Am I as tough as I think I am? What’s the difference?
August 21st, 2008 at 7:49 pm
You wrote this on your blackberry clone.
muahahahaheheh
What kinda archetype are you then?
August 24th, 2008 at 2:39 am
I recently met five guys, all from Southern California, who live across the street. I’ve met two of them before, one I haven’t quite deciphered and one who could seem shallow on the outside but is very down to earth and kindhearted. All great guys. But their familiarity makes it more easy to relate with, almost more personable, I think. We know what we want in the people we hang out with and I think we don’t realize the archetypes we seek, just the similarities between others’.