Two kinds of people

There are two kinds of people in the world: the kind of people who say there are two kinds of people in the world, and everyone else. —Pastor Dan Johnson

The divine Miss Jan at The View from Her is always worth reading. She says:

I have discovered over the years that there generally seem to be two kinds of people in the world. And these categories can be very distinct. There are Coke people and Pepsi people. There are dog people and cat people. Coffee people and…well, everyone else. Morning people and night people. And of course, there are PC people and…Mac people. (Read the rest at: Which Are You?)

Which reminded me of a sermon my friend Pastor Dan once preached. He said there are two kinds of people in the world: dividers and uniters. Dividers tend to view relationships through the lens of how we are different, whereas uniters are always looking for the things we have in common.

I’m a divider, and in case you’re interested, I’m a Pepsi, dog, tea, night, PC person.

My only beef with Jan’s post is that her categories barely scratch the surface—there are way more significant things that divide us, more weighty even than such labels as liberal vs. conservative or red-state vs. blue-state.

There are two kinds of people in the world:

People who feel some demonic compulsion to slather catsup all over their French fries, and people like me who prefer the pure, unadulterated taste of fried potato, lightly salted.

People who go through life driving slowly in the left-hand lane because their lives have no purpose and no one is waiting for them, and the people like me who are always trying to find a way around them.

People who prefer sleeping with the windows open, and people like me who burrow down under layers of blankets while gale-force winds roar through the bedroom. (Note to singles: this question needs to be asked very early in your relationship.)

People who think asparagus belong to a food group, and people like me who think asparagus were never eaten by any ancient civilization until the French came along—a people after all who also eat frogs, moldy cheese and fungi dug up by pigs.

People who only start digging in her purse for a credit card after the last purchase has been rung up and she has finished telling the clerk about the terrific deal she got on that silk blouse, and the people like me standing impatiently behind her with a single item in my right hand and some crumpled dollar bills in my left.

People whose bodies are hard and ripped from their daily workout with a Bowflex machine, and people like me who watch Bowflex commercials while scarfing down tortilla chips laden with guacamole dip.

People who think “bike” means a gleaming Harley-Davidson roaring down a lonely country road, and people like me who think “bike” means Schwinn.

What kind of person are you?

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