I've finally concretised this weird sensation that I get whenever I tell someone I like the same thing as them- they think I'm merely trying to converge.

Which isn't the case. At all.

Those who know me well, know I like nature. I've climbed trees since I was a kid. I've never really understood the reason why people scream when an insect ( which most definitely won't hurt you) came near them. 

I don't openly tell others I like this sort of thing. But neither do I fake an identity and pretend that what I actually like is all that fashion and movies and korean pop stars. Yes, I do show an interest, but my life doesn't revolve around them. I just refrain from speaking about I like, of course, unless the person is truly interested in finding out. 

But not speaking about it, doesn't mean I don't like it. And when eventually, I find someone else who really loves the same thing as I thoroughly love, I tend to open up a bit more, once I've gotten past this odd, initial stage of just showing an interest out of politeness- because there never was a need to show an interest out of politeness because I truly loved whatever I was doing, even if it was the exact same as the other party, anyway.  It's never a case whereby I truly love something only because someone else loves it. 

I don't know. Sigh. If you've not made sense of whatever I've typed, it's merely because my thoughts are all disorganised. It's okay. This post was never intended to be understood, anyway.