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“can i tell you something dumb?”
“of course. It wouldn't be so different from the usual anyway.”
“quit being an asshole and listen to me, i have a theory.”
“right.”
“ You know how everyone's gotta some pretty weird quirks right? Or just preferences or dislikes that kind of make no sense??? some of them you can actually go back and understand the source of it, but some are just straight up random, so i came up with an explanation. So you know, reincarnation isn't really the newest, freshest concept you've heard of, but hear me on this. What if, at the begginning of the universe, you have this fresh stash of unused, pure souls, and each one gets assigned to his brand new human. And everything's fine, those people die and the soul jumps to another body when there's one available, all easy peasy. But life's though. We develop traumas,obsessions, habits. And can something that takes so much of a toll on our life not be ingrained in our souls? To make it short i think all the things we can't explain about ourselves is actually heritage from the previous owners of our soul.”
“you know anyone else who doesn't really know you like me would be so surprised to hear you talk so much, and so enthusiastily about something like soul history or whatever.”
“ssh ssh i'm note done yet. For example, the way you shuffle your feet in bed before getting to sleep, that's because the person you belonged to like 100 years ago had a baby sister who was scared of the dark, so to make her know you were still there you would do that, and she would fall asleep to that sound.”
“are you actually talking to my soul and not to me, cause that's wei..”
“ and the fact that i can't stand the smell of almonds? That's totally because my father was killed under some almond trees,their sweet smell becomes sickening, paired up with the sight of the pretty,pretty light pink petals drowning in a pool of blood...”
“this is...so morbid??? And they say i'm the one who's more likely to be a serial killer.”
“and my thing for cute round faces with sharp eyes might mean that in every life i fell in love with some kind of look-alike, waiting to meet the real love of my life.”
“...”
“...”
“ i pretty much fit that description. WAS THIS JUST AN ELABORATE EXCUSE TO BE SAPPY???”
“you know i don't know how to simply make compliments.”