Not sure why, but the way you said score at the end, reminded me of the spanish during soccer games that yells, "Gooooooooaaaaaaaaaaalllllllllllllllll!"
Ok, so William just got upset with me because he brings in his computer with some video of some Spanish singer belting out her notes insanely like she was on (Fill in the Country) Idol. I. Do not. Like. This music. At. All. It just sounds like screaming to me. The person's voice is so belted that I can't even understand what they are saying. So, of course I say this and he gets upset that this is always my response to this kind of music. Um, yeah! Of course it is. My opinion remains the same. Why would my answer change? It's crap music.
In all fairness, some people (myself included very much) can get very defensive over music. For instance, driving back from Kent, I persuaded Dad to put on my Pendulum CD and we get to my favourite song, Propane Nightmares. Halfway through the song, Dad turns to me and says: "Dan, this is s**t. I mean, really s**t." I came very close to stopping the car and telling him to drive the rest of the way. I wouldn't take it personally, but if he reacted that strongly then it's obviously something he cares about and you could do well by not reacting so strongly. Sorry if you don't agree or if I've got the wrong end of the stick. :redface:
I think he gets as upset as he does because he knows that I have the same opinion about his very favorite singer in the universe, Yolandita Monge. She is very much one of these singers. The writing of her songs is completely disposable and of no consequence. There's nothing there other than screamy belted notes. I made the mistake once of explaining to William why it is that I like the music that I like. Good music for me has to have good writing, and for me this falls into two categories. 1) The quality of the writing needs to be so good that the song can be read as poetry or prose without the music and still you are left stunned by the words. or... 2) It needs to be fun(ny) music, a la Dead Milkmen, They Might Be Giants, Crash Test Dummies, Bare Naked Ladies, Pansy Division, etc. Yolandita Monge does not fall into either of these categories and I said as much. I was in the dog house for a week.
I know the kind of singing you mean, it reminds me of steel claws dragged slowly across a large plate glass window. It makes your teeth hurt.
Yolandita?! Bleck! Even the name sounds horrid, and I've actually heard her before too. I sympathize, and I dont think you and I even share the same taste in music, Wrey.
Eh, no... I mean when I'm in the car, 'cause I can't drive... :redface: There are 7 other passengers that might not like my taste of music, so I decide to be smart and take my ipod.
Yes, it's horrible to you, but William could have grown up with this sort of music and you wouldn't know about it. It doesn't really matter whether you like it or not, because he's going to listen to it either way. Saying bad things about it won't change his opinion, only hurt his feelings. So you may as well let him listen to it and have a simpler life.
Actually, during the conversation that I mentioned, that was exactly what I tried to do, but he had formulated his question to me about why I did not like Yolandita Monge in such a way that I was cornered. There was nothing I could say that would not have resulted in an insult in some way, shape or form. So instead of explaining why I didn't like the Yolandita Monge Scream-a-thon, I turned the answer around and explained why I do like the music that I like. It was the best of a set of poor choices from which to choose. William, like most people from my culture, is good at the Cornering Question. This has to do with a cultural habit of not liking to give direct answers, so when people from my culture do want a direct answer, they verbally pin the person down. These days when William tries this little trick with me, I just rip off the wrapper to the dynamic and point out to him what he is doing. Nothing is more off-putting to people than when you correctly point out the gears and cams to their inner machinery.
Okay, this is the first time I have written anything here other than advice. Why for the love of the Gods, do men insist on force feeding their woman? Tonight, Scott decides I need to have a bite of his completely gross me out sandwich...what the hell, dude? Helloooo....I don't want it. I don't even like that kind of sandwich meat. So now he's all pouty...what the hell did I do? I was polite, I was sweet, I said no freakin' thank you. "sigh" This is ridiculous.
Joel tries alllllll the time to do that to me, and when I tell him no, he's always like "please? Just one tiny little bite?" Dude. I already know I don't like it.
That is so the way of it. He kept saying, "Just a bit and I'll leave you alone". I had to run away from him and that god awful sandwhich. Then he took it as an insult.
Hmmm... That's really weird, I can say for a fact that I have never once in my life tried to feed a girl something without her asking me for some first. Maybe this guy is just a weirdo? Haha
Ok, folks, I need help with this one. My husband has many quirks, but one of them is actually dangerous. He has a very bad habit of unplugging electronic devices (laptops, cellphones, bluetooth ear thingies, etc.) and leaving the charging cord plugged into the wall and the free end just laying on the floor. We have a dog now. Like babies, dogs put everything into their mouths. Need I say more? I have already pointed this out to him, and no change in behavior. Grrrrrrr!!!
I would start confiscating the cords every time he leaves one like that. and locking them away. I'm tempted to say taking a rolled up newspaper to William and shoving his nose next to the dangling cord while sayin, "NO!" But that would just be facetious of me, and would not result in the best domestic situation if acted upon.
Seconded. We use walkie-talkies with headsets at work, and I have one employee who always just threw his on the table outside the door where they go and left the headset hanging all over the place instead of wrapping the cord around the walkie. The other managers and I started taking his headset and hiding it whenever he did, and now...he always wraps the cord around the walkie. If that doesn't work, Cog's second idea didn't sound half bad.
Relationships, feelings...they are confusing me right now. I hate it but don't hate the confusion all at once. Meanwhile, homecoming dance is in the background of it all, and I really don't want to go.
Ha! those pesky things called feelings are always jamming things. I can kinda sympathize because im also kinda going through the same thing now. Not knowing what this means or why i feel like this. Makes me wish i could go without the feelings altogether......but alas. I can relate to you about the homecoming dance. In what was the equivalent of homecoming at my high school i did not go for the simple reason that i could not be bothered. I just didn't want to, friends and family thought there was something wrong with me but i'd rather stay at home than go and spend three to four impressively awkward hours with someone whose attention is elsewhere or who doesn't have mine.
Well, I was asked by someone and agreed partly because he's friends w/a group I hang out with. But it was only meant (in my mind) to be as friends. He's now calling me constantly and he's really nice, but I'm just not into him. I'm into someone else, and it's a relationship that can't really work, and it's on my mind 24/7. I just want some stability in my emotions. Maybe I need to just avoid guys altogether for a while--at least until Winter Break starts (haha).
Yeah guys sometimes go overboard if you don't tell them it's just a friend deal. In his mind it probably isn't, so the sooner you tell him it is the better it will be for the both of you. Taking a break sometimes works out better than your think it will, the less you care about relationships the more things seem to work out, at least thats the way it's been for me and most people I know.
