Not me. I think those synapses were pruned as not needed in the first two weeks of my life, if the stories my mother tells are correct. Its like, i dont get it, i dont understand it, and i dont know how to not be annoying to the other person. I cant read them, we are never hungry or thirsty at the same time or at times convenient for the other person, and if you force me to choose, i will always pick the wrong movie. On my own, i love the movies i pick and regret not having someone to share them with. Yet the theater is full.