MotoGem and Yesterday

I will introduce my coworker, MotoGem as a new person in my life. His birthday is May 27th which is just 3 days after mine… making him a Gemini of the same decanate.  Oh…and  he happens to be the same age too. The only difference in our astrological chart is a Rising (he wasn’t born in Seattle) and his moon (it changes signs every 2-3 days).
There are underlying attributes that are very similar: He understands concepts, mechanics, or fundamentals really well or understands them quickly. We discuss a lot of subjects throughout the day. He seems to approach things objectively. He also has an anger streak that I empathize with. Physically, we’re both slender, wavy hair with light colored eyes… he is taller than me though at 6’ or so.
Despite all that… there are clear differences in action, which I believe is due to upbringing. He was adopted and had a psychiatrist mother and former armed-forces father. He is more confident in his knowledge, who he is, and is more outgoing. I think sometimes he likes to hear the sound of his own voice. I counter this as being someone more shy, less talkative, and less confident.
He was pulled over this morning on his motorcycle. He was lane-splitting and driving over the speed limit. He droned on about this, but most morning drones on about Minecraft.  I have NPR/KUOW playing in the background and sometimes I think, “I much rather listen to the radio than to you.” Then I think about my childhood, my mom’s behavior and how I don’t want to perpetuate that “on my terms” type mentality.
More personally, I had the day from hell yesterday. I was totally unproductive at work. Traffic was a nightmare in the morning. I started feeling sick (and am definitely sick today). I also decided to step on a nail. At least I enjoyed playing my Soldier character in Borderlands 2 and finished ripping up the floor in the dining room. Part of me wonders if I was subconsciously mulling over the news of ETaurus and GTaurus’ dad being diagnosed with Stage IV Lung Cancer. I have been consciously trying to sympathize despite my lack of emotional affliction when my father passed away.