some lines from Swift's 'Cadenus and Vanessa'

That women were not worth the wooing,
And that, unless the sex would mend,
The race of lovers soon must end)—
She was at Lord knows what expense
To form a nymph of wit and sense,
A model for her sex design'd,
Who never could one lover find.
She saw her favour was misplaced;
The fellows had a wretched taste;
She needs must tell them to their face,
They were a stupid, senseless race:
And, were she to begin again,
She'd study to reform the men;
Or add some grains of folly more
To women, than they had before,
To put them on an equal foot;
And this, or nothing else, would do't.
This might their mutual fancy strike;
Since every being loves its like.

light years away

and one day you shall leave them all behind. you will have become alien to them all and they to you. and you keep growing, in and out of people. to the point, where there's noone you connect with. is that when you start growing inward? and its not necessarily bad, its stagnation that's bad.

and adaptation and reconstructive memory are both my boons and curses. i can objectively remember what was, and know for sure that its no more.

genes?

research has shown that identical twins separated at birth and brought up away from each other still remain shockingly similar in their personality, choices, and response to situations. so its hereditary that seems to mould them more than their environment.

but what about siblings sharing parents and their environment? no pair of siblings ever resemble each other, whether its their preferences of activities, their choice and habit of food (i.e. once they are on their own and get to choose), their emotional composition, or anything else. what's going on here? why does every human couple produce such a variety of babies? where do the genes evaporate then? in fact, you can expect any pair of siblings to be as different from each other as is possible to be, growing up together.