Ridiculous

The first thing R said to be me this morning was, "Gong xi fa cai," accompanied by the little bow and clasped hands and everything. It was in a way that is so entirely R that it's hard to describe. It wasn't funny even though it was a semi-joke; it was just what it was.

R is half Indo-Chinese (the other half being a perfect shade of white, whatever that means) and we talked for a while about our CNY plans and the rest of it.

My favourite thing about him is that he literally gives no fucks. He is who he is and doesn't care what people think about him. He happily shares his passion for computer games, the fact that he doesn't drink the alcs and many other potentially "uncool" (and it is also uncool to write uncool in quotation marks) things with anyone.

He slouches around with terrible posture, wears sunglasses indoors, has a love affair with the staff room couch and admits to reading through every message on someone else's phone.

Later, during lunch, I walked in on him on the couch, playing on his mobile. I recognized it as the one he found in the dumpster a few weeks back. We joked about it as he told me he'd been reading this person's messages and that he found Japanese anime porn in it.

He is perfection.

J