plastic and wood

Personality tests surround us - on the web, in magazines, in our every day lives. We are constantly judged by others - we constantly judge others (call it categorize if you don't like the word *judge*). Yes-no , love-hate, black-white oh, and not to forget maybe, like, gray.
I've noticed that I do the same in terms of *plastic and wood*. Yes, I know this sounds strange, let me try to explain (in a totally black-or-white way).
A wood person enjoys classical music, nice food, dinner parties, intellectual conversations, French movies. Being what I call plastic you like vegging out in front of the TV, getting lost in details, you forget time constantly and you drink coke. Of course there's more but I think you are getting what I am trying to say already, right?
Keep in mind that I am exaggerating here. I've never met a person who is all wood or plastic by my definition. It's more a matter of being mostly one or the other. And I like both, I am friends with both, I appreciate both!
What always annoys me are wannabe-one-or-the-other. And I have to say, I mostly met wannabe-wood persons. Probably because according to my definitions wood is what society calls good, valuable and how you should be.
Let me give you an example:
I was invited for dinner at a friend's house a few weeks ago. The food was excellent (vegetarian, of course) and so was the wine. Including me we were four people at the table. And despite of the very comfortable surrounding (food, wine, candlelight) I felt uncomfortable. While I was questioning myself whether I was too impatient or too stupid to listen to their long, eloquent but meaningless conversation that friend of mine passed around some pictures she took on her vacation to France. The two girls were discussing how great this one picture was because of the contrast of the stone wall and the plastic tray sitting on it and how the slightly diagonally placed tea pot showed nature's power over things created by humans. And that's where my mind totally went off to its own sphere. And not because their conversation got me thinking about nature and technology but because I suddenly realized why I felt uncomfortable. They were acting their own lives! Everyone was trying to convince everyone else that yes! I am smart, I know how to communicate with others, I know what to say! I have an opinion, listen to me! I know it all!
And it felt fake. Their laughter was not real, it was fake. Their opinions were not real, they read it somewhere and adapted it as their own. Instead of saying "You will not believe what happened to me the other day" they said "I recently read".

It's really hard to write down what's on my mind and I might not have been able to make it all clear to you but I sure hope you understand it nonetheless. And if it all doesn't make sense to you at all, I'm sorry. But hey! I'm plastic and I get lost in details!