I didn’t think I’d actually adjust to this whole dead thing so quickly, and sure, I miss my family and I miss my career, oh God I miss surgery so much, but all in all this isn’t all that bad. I can ask Emma for whatever I want, I like my house, there’s decent enough people around. Sure, I’m avoiding whatever “soulmate” I apparently have like the plague, but if that’s my biggest worry here, I’ll forking take it.Â
Well that, and the whole “fork” thing, that’s annoying.
So, like, I don’t know, quit your beaching or whatever, you’re dead, it happened, now get on with your after-life.
Why avoid your soulmate? If romance isn’t your thing so hardcore, maybe your soulmate isn’t romantic. I’ve read about platonic soulmates, like best friends. You could really be missing out, based on the whole concept. I know who mine is and getting to find that out for sure is the best thing that ever happened to me. Then again, mine is romantic. But I mean... he gets me so well, he takes care of me so well, and I take care of him so well that I feel like if everyone else were to disappear, I’d still be fine. It’s insane to know someone that you feel like you could be alone with forever and not go insane. I imagine your soulmate will be perfectly matched to you, and be able to give you exactly what you need. Not in an “you’re not independent” kind of way, but in a “you’re human even if you’re dead, so you have social needs” kind of way.
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