Chrizo

People often simplify compatibility into unbending “rules”.  A good example would be the phrase, “Opposites attract.”

I find compatibility to be a complex interconnection of traits which could serve to complement, and at times highlight the differences between two lovers.  Either way, it should reinforce their attraction for each other.

For example, I’ve long come to accept that the Kitty’s taste in music, much like her innate ability to command Photoshop to do her bidding, will always be superior to mine.  I find it incredible how her life’s soundtrack almost always touches me in a way that infinitely increases my affection for her.  I’ll never truly understand how she finds these gems from whatever corners of the interwebs, but my appreciation for it knows no bounds.  This hold true, no matter who the artist is; from Kylie Minogue to The Cure, from Sufjan Stevens (whose label, fittingly, is called Asthmatic Kitty Records *lol*) to Hanson.  Yes, even those blonde brothers who unleashed MMMbop on the world.

I on the other hand, couldn’t find good music if a giant iPod filled with it suddenly appeared in my boxers. My rigid (if a bit eclectic) tastes have confined me within walls plastered with Depeche Mode and Kanye West posters.  I know, shaddup.  How a woman like her, with her indie connoisseur’s nose for music, can be attracted to my sonically uninformed ass, I’ll forever wonder, but I will always be thankful for that complex compatibility that makes up the cosmic glue that binds us sure as japanese rice stick together.