Before I was fortunate enough to meet The Daver, I tended to be attracted to and date guys that were Smugly Superior. Honestly, in Becky-Land, that’s an characteristic of people I’d date: dudes who were Full Of The Rightness. Didn’t matter about what. Didn’t matter whether or not I was more schooled in whatever it was they were trying to argue with me about. They Were Right. And if They Were Right, then I Was Wrong.
If I were to remark on the lovely sky blue pink sunset (incidentally, my favorite color on the planet), each and every one of them would somehow come up with a way that the color of the sky was actually, Becky, green. (I may be colorblind, but I am positive I’ve not seen a green sky).
I’d mention that I happened to like that new Britney Spears song only to be shot down (sadly, not in a blaze of glory) about how stupid and vapid pop music was, and how what I really should be listening to is Peter Gabriel.
But nowhere was my Wrongness more clearly illustrated than in the selection of movies.
I’m not much of a movie person, this much is damn certain. I don’t know different producers, I don’t know geeky facts about obscure movies, and I only know actors because I enjoy nothing more than some time with a good gossip rag. And what’s even more offensive to some is that I DON’T EVEN CARE.
That’s right, my friends, I don’t care about movies.
My tastes run from fluffy to action movies, and at no point in time do I ever enjoy watching hard-to-find foreign films, no matter how many nekkid boobies I get to see. I’ll watch the same movie multiple times (although never in a row) and not be the slightest bit put off if I know how it ends.
I don’t need to watch a movie to feel sad about the world or to make me think and question my system of beliefs. I don’t generally want to feel like slitting my wrists after seeing a movie, I absolutely refuse to think about what the character was thinking after I’ve seen it, and I can think no more suicide inducing thought than to have to talk about the movie ad nauseum once I’ve seen it. I’ll never get most movie references without a clue-in from someone, I’m okay with never debating which version of Romeo and Juliet is best (Oliva Hussey vs. Leo DiCaprio?), and you’d probably never want to play trivia games with me. I’m oblivious at best.
I guess I like my movies like I like my one-night stands: quick, to the point, and without need to revisit them.
But my Haughty Group Of Boyfriends would insist that I did actually like movies, and in that vein, they’d drag me off to the movie store to pick up the newest French movie. Without a care that it was not subtitled and that neither of us spoke a lick of French. On the days without a Movie Agenda, I’d wander around the store while they scoured the racks, and my suggestions to rent Weekend At Bernie’s 2 were always shot down.
It’s probably safe to say that for about 10 years, I never picked out a movie to watch by myself, which sounds far more depressing than it should. When I’d say I didn’t care, it’s because I truly didn’t give a shit. Sometimes I’d sit and watch movies with my boyfriend, other times, I’d take off and do something else.
The only lasting impression that I have of the whole situation is a general dislike for sitting around and watching movies. A handful of times a year, I have an urge to watch this or that with The Daver, but overall, it’s with much teeth gnashing and nail sharpening that I agree to do so. I prefer to do pretty much anything else: watch TV, play solitaire on the computer, read books.
And I can’t really say for certain that my Smugly Superior ex’s are really and truly to blame for any of the dislike I feel, who knows if that’s the case or not?
What I do know is this: every time I tell someone this omission, I’m met with an almost unanimous “You don’t like MOVIES?” and a subsequent eye-rolling so loud that I can practically hear the pop.
So what do people scoff at that you dislike that most people do not? I know I’ve previously mentioned my hatred of all things sandwich, but I’m curious (and I have a short attention span) as to how universal this reaction is.