I'll never fit. It's the wrong shape.
Haiku's are easy
but sometimes they don't make sense
I believe communication only has meaning when people have shared experiences.
If you've stayed up late to argue "ninjas vs pirates", we might have a connecting moment.
If you like changing the oil in your car or have ever made your own soap, we might even speak the same language.
If Eraserhead made sense to you or if you ever catch yourself singing the wibberly wobberly song from Hardware, we will likely have a nearly psychic understanding of each other. Unfortunately this means you are likely a clone. Which is bad. I never got into those types of Heinlein storylines. But you already know this, you sexy clone.