My friend and I may be psychological twins in the sense of being split archetypes, the sun and moon. I have a compulsive warmness. He has a compulsive coldness. I live in the city. He lives in the country. He is tall. I’m short. He is a man. I am a woman. He is attached to the earth. I float in the clouds. He doesn’t talk about death. That’s all I talk about. He likes games and distractions. I like contemplation and psychology.  I wallow. He doesn’t refer to personal suffering. I live in a dangerous neighborhood. He won’t go anywhere he has to lock his car. I am messy.  He is neat as a pin. I’m disorganized. He is organized. I am intuitive.  He is analytical. He hates me. I love him.