Last New Year’s Eve, my friend asked if I felt an unchanging “core identity” within myself. I said no, but she felt such a core. So why didn’t I?
I pondered her question as I flipped through activities and tried on hats.
“I like that we’re on the same wavelength,” I tell my friend over dinner. Our eyes meet and the corners of his mouth curl up. We are pondering the good life and personal needs. The concepts are abstract, and the phrases my friend strings together are fragmented.