You are not the boss of me.Posted: May 29, 2010
Getting along with people is something I am good at. There are not many people who I write off as someone I can’t find any value in knowing. Still, those people exist, and my reaction to one of them has left me questioning my maturity level.
A few days ago, a woman who works in my office entered into a conversation near my desk. The discussion rambled over several topics, eventually landing on one where her husband was mentioned. You know that group of people who I find no value in knowing? This woman’s husband is on that list.
I considered explaining to you why I don’t like this guy. Unfortunately, there are too many reasons to dislike him. I’m just going to leave it at that most in my office who have met him revile the man. He’s unpleasant and rude.
Also, he frequently has stuff in his beard.
So the office discussion rambled until this specimen’s wife said “we don’t really watch the Simpsons, ever. Well, we didn’t until someone told my husband that Homer Simpson’s favorite band is NRBQ. My husband loves NRBQ.”
Oh no. Not The Q.
NRBQ. I love that band. The news that this guy, who I don’t tolerate well, also likes NRBQ caused an immediate frustration in me. How could this be? This man is the opposite of me. He does not play well with others. His presence creeps people out. For God’s sake…NRBQ is cool, I am cool, but he isn’t. He, NRBQ and I can’t possibly connect on any level.
In a millisecond, my mind reached the only conclusion it could – I can’t listen to this band anymore. He has ruined NRBQ. Another part of my mind calculated the emotional age of someone who would think that as about nine. I am a nine-year old inside a middle-aged body.
Two days have passed. Mature Me and Immature Me have been in conference. Together, they’ve decided that I don’t want to give up a band I like because a jerk likes them too.
Mature and Immature developed a plan. Old me is going to get some laundry done and make nine-year old me listen to NRBQ to remind him how very great they are. Afterward, both of me will have an ice cream sandwich together and realize that no one can steal our cool from us.
We decide what’s cool. We’re not going to let anyone be the boss of us on that.
Oh, and if we see that no good loser a Toots And The Maytals concert, his car is getting egged.