I can Speak to that: My messy, drunk and sleep deprived weekend thoughts

*in response to Brown Boy

Please don’t let this man fool you, Ask him, did he NOT walk out the room while Jennifer Hudson was still singing. Did I NOT have to twist his arm to watch, A Chorus Line…was he NOT apprehensive about Beyonce at Wembely…in FACT he was SO much so that, though he watched, he went Grumble-Grumble-Grumble ALL the way through the movie, ruined the experience, brutalized my emotions, and if he feels that he “endured” what he claims to make me tick for my sake, without going into the lions cove kicking and shitting……..PLEASE don’t let this man fool you.

I like going to the movies…on occasions, provided that there’s something of substance to watch. Doofus Movie 4 is only entertaining IF you like that certain humor; otherwise you’re being held hostage for 2 hours in a theatre watching imbeciles on screen being imbecilic. Life is too short for that. Had this been something he rented and brought home I might have been swayed to see a couple of scenes, give ‘em a go, let him try and persuade me to find the humor…see the “funny”. But he didn’t. He suggested, knowing full throttle that Doofus Movie 4 isn’t on my scale of funny, that I pay, sit in a crowded theatre and indulge him to watch Doofus Movie 4. And mind you when he propositioned me with the IDEA for going to the movies this weekend he prefaced it by saying,

Ken, I wanna go to the movies this weekend, but you’re not gonna wanna see it.

O, what is it, Baby?

Doofus Movie 4...

You’re right.

And then he went gummin’ all at the mouf about taking his little brother, who he felt also didn’t wanna see DM4.

I think there are a number of factors to consider when involving oneself in your lovers hobbies. One of those factors being is that you are not your lover, there are things that he is going to be into that you are just not going to care for i.e. my fascination with voices and your craving to watch certain things. Neither of which are wrong and neither of which are necessary to conduct a healthy relationship, because what that does, me and my music, you and your movies, is distinguish us as individuals. I don’t need you to sit on the futon and indulge me to listen to Lauryn Hill for me to love you or Lauryn. Lauryn Hill is going to be enjoyed with or without you suffering through it behind me bleeding at the ears. And if its that much of a torture for you in that you can’t stand to listen gospel music, you can’t stand to watch musicals, you can’t stand to hear Jennifer, than I’d rather you not sit and suffer silently. And I hope you wouldn’t need me to be in a theatre, bored out my wits, for you to love me or whatever it is you’re desperate to go see, that Mister Baby would insinuate problems elsewhere.

In my understanding of how far one should go in taking on/sharing in their lovers “hobbies” (which I use rather loosely) is just to appreciate that this, whatever this is, is what’s making my Mister Baby tick. And in that appreciation I’m asking you to appreciate that this was NOT about going to the theatre, this was about the movie you were desperate to go see. If it was just the experience you were looking for, me and you together at the movies, than we could have simply seen something else, but it wasn’t about that experience, YOU wanted to see THAT movie, and it wouldn’t have been much of an experience with me Grumble-Grumble-Grumble all the way through it.

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