An interesting concept and one which it is hard not to respond with “that’s me” to.
We are the puzzle pieces who seldom fit with other puzzle pieces. … Yet make no mistake: We are no less concerned with coupling than your average serial monogamist. Secretly, we are romantics, romantics of the highest order. We want a miracle. Out of millions we have to find the one who will understand. … For the quirkyalone, there is no patience for dating just for the sake of not being alone. On a fine but by no means transcendent date we dream of going home to watch television. We would prefer to be alone with our own thoughts than with a less than perfect fit. We are almost constitutionally incapable of casual relationships.
Despite the current blissful state of togetherness, I am quite clearly a quirkyalone, and so, I suspect, is Martin. Which would explain a few things.
But when the quirkyalone collides with another, ooh la la. The earth quakes.
Quirkytogether, in fact.
(Via Emme)
…and sparks fly – literally.
Cranial intruder: The Turtles – “Happy Together”