So I witnessed something odd last night.
I was sitting on the couch, watching TV as Souljourneyboy made some tea and toast. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him grab the toast as it popped up – and then put it in the freezer.
As you can imagine, I was somewhat perplexed.
I said, “Did you just put your toast in the freezer?”
Somewhat sheepishly, Souljourneyboy replied, “Ah, yes. I wondered if you’d notice that.”
I replied, “Can I ask why?”
He answered, “Well, I either like toast really hot, or really, really cold.”
“Have you always done that? Like, since we’ve been married?”
“Yes, I’ve always done it, you just didn’t know about it,” he told me.
Well, there you go. I was gobsmacked – not just by the rather random act of freezing hot toast (I mean, who does that?) but more by the fact that Souljourneyboy has managed to keep this peculiar little secret all this time.
We don’t have many secrets (as far as I know). Souljourneyboy and I have known each other since we were in Year 6 together. My first memory of him is when I walked through the door of the school classroom and he whacked me in the face. He had been rubbing his sneakers on the carpet to create static, and was trying to give other kids electric shocks (fortunately he’s grown out of this now).
I also have a distinct memory of my then-good-friend teasing me mercilessly because I had talked to Souljourneyboy in the classroom.
“Woo hoo!” she cried. “You love him. You’re going to MARRY him.”
I am not!” I yelled, outraged.
Anyhow, I digress.
We became best friends in Year 10, started “going out” in Year 11 and got married at 21. We’ve been together more than half our lives. There’s not a lot we don’t know about each other – or so I thought. I tried to think of things Souljourneyboy didn’t know about me. You know, quirky things.
Some of them are obvious – like the fact I often wake up screaming about imaginary spiders in the room – but some are more subtle. Like – my enjoyment of trashy romance novels (no, he knows that). Or – my irrational dislike of clusters (it’s not quite trypophobia, but I just don’t like clusters – pumpkin seeds, for examples. They make me feel icky. Anyway I remembered I had told him that, and he thought I was crazy).
Well I couldn’t think of anything. But there must be something – after all, you can never REALLY know EVERYTHING about another person, can you? And that’s probably a good thing. (Still, I won’t be letting him make my toast for me.
Actually, I think I have just thought of something. When I’m driving, I don’t really consider a merge successful unless I avoid bumping my tyres on any reflectors.
So there you go. I suppose we do all have our secrets after all.