Thursday, September 08, 2011

On Cheesy Shit


I am writing this as the Goof is still pouting in his sleep and trying to tangle his legs to mine. A few days ago, I googled this new Facebook thing about girls posting "x weeks in and craving for xfood". I stumbled upon this other fruit status thing where you put a specific kind of fruit as your status to tell folks what you are like or whatever. I was telling him about it and he looked over the list with me. He then asked which of the fruits are we, and I said Cherry because that corresponds with "in a relationship". He said ok, but he wouldn't stop looking at the list, so I asked him what he thinks we are and he said Star fruit. I haven't seen that when I skimmed the list over so I looked for it again. Lo and behold, it means "found my soul mate". 
Now, I must say, no matter how cheesy I am, I never thought about soul mates. I'm not really sure why, but I am pretty sure that I never daydreamed about having one. Not that I'm not happy that he said that, though. I am even actually pretty kilig about it. I just feel kinda guilty that I didn't think of it that way. The Goof's not particularly cheesy about shit as well, so him saying things like that is really very sweet. I think he means it, because he's not really big with words. He'd rather hug or kiss me all the time than tell me stuff. This is why I get overwhelmed when he does say something.
In any case, maybe he is really my soul mate.