How do you catch a unique bird?

I'm always intrigued how each of us have such unique tastes in music, movies and books. You can never predict how someone else is going to feel about music, books and movies. My friend, Mike, has been recommending a movie to me. He swore it was right up my alley. I rented it and I hated it. The movie is "Into the Wild". Based on a true story of a young man who graduates college and purposely disappears. He goes on some adventures and finally decides to go out in to the Alaskan wilderness to live off the land. He becomes trapped in the middle of nowhere by a swollen river and ends up starving to death. The guy was a moron, it was no big surprise that he starved. No only that but ever since I watched it, I have had that feeling of dread that you get after you have a bad dream. The feeling that kind of sticks with you for part of the day. They portrayed his lonely miserable death pretty well and I just can't shake the feeling. I wish I never would have watched it.
Strange that a close friend would think that I would love that movie. Which brings me to another point. Seems like no one really has ever gotten me, or undertood me. Especially my family. They all probably wonder what planet I came from. No one, that is, except Greg. First person I ever met that just gets me. Well, my friend Lisa gets me pretty well too, but Greg really gets me. It's almost spooky. He is so intuitive with me that many times he knows what I want before I do. When I realize that I want it, it is already sitting there waiting for me. I can't imagine that happens more than once in a lifetime. I'm keeping this one.