The following will serve as the beginning of a series of posts examining the moments where you just know that a relationship is doomed to fail. You know, the moment where a person you're with does what may only be a tiny thing, but it forces you to change your entire view of them? Here we shall remember, reflect & hope to never redo such moments.
Now, let's keep this first entry short & petty. I once found myself in a "situation" with a female. Without entering into the details of that failure, allow me to take you back to one of several moments where I had to rethink my presence. As a West Indian, there are certain things that you do or have, that others shouldn't question, but simply accept. All cultures work in such a way, correct? Well for ours, music is life, therefore it's kinda like a big deal. From chutney to reggae, there are certain songs that transcend generational gaps & bond people, regardless of rhythm or lyrical content. "Murder She Wrote" is one of those tunes. You just don't question its status. But this girl, 0% West Indian, said that she didn't really like it. She wasn't into it. Not for her. No.
Now see here woman; my mom likes "Murder She Wrote". Are you saying my mother, entire family & myself are wrong? Ok, now while that may be an exaggeration, it still did seem as if she was saying "I'll pass" on one of the few small things that brings my family together. Sometimes, the way you word things can really screw you over. It was far from the straw that broke the horse's back, but the snowball effect is one bad mamma-jamma. Therefore, to you I again say: #OnToTheNextOne.
Now, let's keep this first entry short & petty. I once found myself in a "situation" with a female. Without entering into the details of that failure, allow me to take you back to one of several moments where I had to rethink my presence. As a West Indian, there are certain things that you do or have, that others shouldn't question, but simply accept. All cultures work in such a way, correct? Well for ours, music is life, therefore it's kinda like a big deal. From chutney to reggae, there are certain songs that transcend generational gaps & bond people, regardless of rhythm or lyrical content. "Murder She Wrote" is one of those tunes. You just don't question its status. But this girl, 0% West Indian, said that she didn't really like it. She wasn't into it. Not for her. No.
Now see here woman; my mom likes "Murder She Wrote". Are you saying my mother, entire family & myself are wrong? Ok, now while that may be an exaggeration, it still did seem as if she was saying "I'll pass" on one of the few small things that brings my family together. Sometimes, the way you word things can really screw you over. It was far from the straw that broke the horse's back, but the snowball effect is one bad mamma-jamma. Therefore, to you I again say: #OnToTheNextOne.
No comments:
Post a Comment