Personally I think you can learn alot about a person based a few of their favourite things. Take for example my step-brother Jonathan, when asked what some of the things he loved were he said, and I quote, "Girls, football, sex, and uh...icecream....wait does it have to be in order? Because girls and sex and football can all be switched around depending on who the girl is and what team happens to be playing that night."

I didn't bother answering him, he'd already said enough.
I mean, Jonathan looks like a good kid, which he is, sort of...but the moment that boy opens his mouth its like WHAM! you're drowning in his shallowness. It's quite disgusting really.

I on the other hand, we'll I'm like his polar opposite. I can experience emotions other then lust, anger, and jealousy; and can appreciate the little things. I enjoy: the texture of felt (because it feels like a warm blanket), drawing with scissors, untangling knots, the song of the sparrows, the sweet succulent aroma of a freshly cut lawn, the orange colour cast by the late afternoon sun and especially when it's being reflected across the crystal clear water of a lake, and making sketches of sticks (they remind me that there are no straight lines in nature, which I'll talk about another time.)

Jonathan even has a nickname for me 'freak'. Which is okay because I have one for him as well, 'shallow egotistical perverted sorry excuse for a human being.' Granted, mine is a wee bit longer then his, but I'm a writer. And as a writer I have an overwhelming urge to express what I see and hear on paper in the form of words. Which brings me back to his nickname, I forgot an adjective...hott.