Who Are These People

You think you know someone. You know you know someone. You make choices, you structure you days, plan your life, choose your outfits to one degree or another around the people you know. Yet sometimes, you miss the ways in which they reveal themselves over time because your life is rooted in the security of the people you know.
You are sure people's character and peopleness is revealed by their actions, but which ones? Do you focus on fires and court appearances or do you act on the silly songs and hand motions taught to a group of Sunday school kids? Is someone's career defined by their accolades and complex series of explanations, or the weekend they went AWOL?
Is it the the sychrony of relationships over time that allows for your constantly developing identity to be bounced off of and somehow absorbed into the evolving peopleness of those around you? The people you spent two hours with twenty years ago suddenly reveal something that makes you wonder what the nature of that connection really was. The person you are with every day seems like a random collection of reactions, both fun and puzzling. No matter where we tuck it into our minds, we are defined and defining ourselves by our relationships.
Which is like playing Jenga, pull out one peg and things might settle back into balance, but the whole thing might collapse. Game over.