I
love music. All types of music. Some songs make me feel happy, or sad, or
sometimes, it will bring on a memory of a long time ago, of people I haven't
seen in forever, or even of friends who are long gone, and dead. It connects us
to others.
It's
not that way for everyone, and, because I'm unaware, innocent, and/or naive in
many ways, I don't realize that my world of sweetness and happiness and flowers
and rainbows and unicorns etc.etc.
When
someone tells me they dislike a group or song, I do my best to respect it, but,
once in a while, I want to indulge myself in a guilty pleasure, no matter who
is around. It was that way Tuesday evening as I drove Shilo to work.
“Merry,
I don’t like Pink Floyd” How many
times have I heard that? I know I’ve said more often to him, “I hate Rush” but I go on and say “I know you
love Rush, and because I Love you, I
won’t complain.” Well, it just so happens that Pink Floyd was playing, and it was a song I really wanted to hear,
so I told him something along the lines of “Too bad, I’m the Dominant, and I
want to listen to this.” He got really pissed about it, and didn’t talk to me,
and I had to ask for a kiss. I was confused by it all. I mean, it was one
fucking song!
I
read his diary entry about it, and it came out that he used LSD and was
listening to Pink Floyd. Apparently,
it wasn’t a pleasant experience. I’m just confused as to why he never said
anything about this to me before. I’m not a mind reader. I thought we
established this before, but I guess not. Anyway, after the partial
explanation, I agreed to never play any Pink
Floyd songs in his presence. Still I asked that he explain exactly what
happened. Naturally, it’s his choice, and I won’t force him to tell me, but it
is now a hard limit, and I will respect it.
Shilo,
I Love you. Always
