(Okay, not dying but not eating so basically dying)
If there is someone for everyone, what about priests, monks and nuns? What happens to their person?
What if your person lives in another country and you have an extreme fear of flying?
Ooh, what if you’re racist and your person is a not-you?
If you met your person, could they make a bad impression on you? Is that possible? Does fate draw you together or does free will mean you can screw it up?
Maybe everyone has a person but their individual karma determines if they get to meet them in one particular life.
Ooh, interesting short film idea: We live in a world where everyone does have a person and that person speaks to you in a language that only the two of you can understand. In this world two people meet on the last day of one of their lives. The last word is in that language. Someone get Hollywood on the phone; this needs to go to Sundance!
And I need to keep drinking ginger ale, ignore these shooting pains that are far too reminiscent of stomach flu and focus on pleasant things, like chocolate.