Living with someone for quite some time, we will adapt more and more. It is what happening with me and K.
The way we press toothpaste, either from the middle or from the end, which for some people is a problem, doesn't annoy us, luckily. But he is bothered with me wiping my so-called-dirty-hands on my pants. They are not that dirty for me. For example, I just pick a cracker and eat it with my hand, then I rub my hand on my pants. He will feel annoyed with what I do. I felt irked the first times he scolded me about it. But now, I don't do it as often as I did, it is good I guess, and eveytime he rebukes me, I just laugh and haste to wash my hands.
Until today, there are still many small things we admonish each other, how he doesn't close the wardrobe, how I move the doormat after bath, how he folds used plastic bag, how I don't return hangers to where they belong. The list will flood this blog if I continue.
But hey, it's the essence of growing up together. To accept and to adapt for a greater purpose.
Moreover, we somehow become more similar to each other day by day, especially our habbit. It's funny, really.
K used to mock me how I looked like an idiot when I was moving my lips (somehow) mimicking him telling a story inadvertently. But these days, I laugh everytime he does the same (of course he doesn't realize while he is doing it). Once he knows what he's doing he will swear, "Ah, shit, it's contagious" while trying to pinch me, oddly iritated.
Talking about pinching, K has thousands way to make my body in pain. It's not that massive pain, it's, ahh.. it hurts. He has a bigger muscle than me, and when he wrestles me, it always ends up, I am in his arms. Of course it is alwas a joke, it is always how we laugh about stupid things.
K loves to squeezes his knuckles, and when he's done with his, my knuckles are the next target. I tell him many times that I don't like it. It's like my knuckles are gonna pop out everytime he does it, I think it's my phobia. I will be mad and he will works his charm saying "Can I please?" Of course I will say no. And of course he won't accept my answer and we will wrestle, he is trying to reach my knuckles while I am defending them. You know what will happen. I end up being crushed by his body. My secret weapon, my counter-attack by tickling him never does any good. Damn!
Despite of all the pain he causes me everytime we wrestle, I won't change it. He's my man. He's the one I wanna grow up with. I still believe my secret weapon will work, eventually, maybe when he's old enough. Lol.
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