#shivalry

【Final Fantasy × 声優】(16/- -) + Kingdom Hearts

The modern day romantic seems to think that partners farting in front of each other means true love, not holding your farts in is love?  Pfft I simply do no believe this.  My lover better hold it in till the day he dies.  Who are these people that decided this was the equivalent gesture to giving flowers or chocolates.  Anything beyond the, dare I say, almost cute sleep fluffs will drive me mad.  Now I'm not a prude and very aware that "everybody poops" but I don't want to know about it.   I have a pretty high threshold when it comes to the body, give me pimples, stray hairs or belly button fluff and I wont blink twice, but I still value some old school rules like, causally leaving the room to fart.  It's not that hard.

I'm sure some people will disagree and think closeness is based on holding nothing back, and that perhaps I haven't had this level of closeness.  This is not true, me and the lover are very close, been living together for almost two years so there are no real secrets but we do NOT fart in front of each other and we ARE in love. 

I think its a good sign to keep some mystery about each other, having this boundary, even if it is my only real one, shows that we respect each other, or more he respects me and my sensitive girly nose.  I think its a good think, a sign of passion, romance and sex appeal.  He likes to pay for meals, take me out on the town, make me tea and keep me happy. We share everything, I can tell him anything, have complete faith and trust in him and also want to kill him a lot of the time.  We are as close as two peas in a pod!

Ok not right now, I want to punch him because he is stomping around because I don't want to leave the computer and warmth to go to the pub.  But still fart free room!

The other night, at my friends graduation party I introduced myself to my friends grandmother, who was about seventy years old. I didn't expect her to remember my name at all because I had only said it once, we had only met once and she was walking around meeting probably ten other kids my age.

When someone introduces themselves to me I have the hardest time remembering names. It's like no matter how hard I listen when they say their name, it goes in one ear and right out the other and at the end of the night I have to ask again.

Anyways she came up to me at the end of the night and knew not only my name but the every single one of my friends names as well. I had even changed outfits and she remembered me by my face. I was so incredibly impressed and inspired by that. It feels really fucking good to have someone remember you. I really wish the kind of respect and good manners that our grandparents grew up with had made it to this century.

I want to make it a goal of mine to be better at remembering peoples names when I meet them. Everyone deserves to feel the way she made me feel that night- I'm not even sure what to call it or how to explain it exactly but I guess I'll say she made me feel like I mattered and like I was worth her time enough to remember my name and my face.