God, I hate doing this pitting because I like you. But dammit, I feel pretty strongly about this, and derailing the Cafe Society thread would just bring Misery to everyone. (Get it? God I love you … whap!. Yeah, I know… [groan].)
Anyway, it started here…
… and continued here…
…and just in case people in a coma hadn’t gotten the point yet, it culminated here…
I said pretty much all I could say in that thread here
Okay, so…
Taking to heart the lessons I’ve learned about hijacking and whatnot, I thought I’d bring the matter here where you and I can fight it out. Afterwards, we can drag our tired and bruised bodies into a bar and have a beer together. But for now…
Dude, I just think you’re not qualified to live this guy’s life. I mean fuck. His own wife was all smiles and kissy-kissy with him at the hospital where the cameras followed him. In all likelihood, it was she who insisted that he stay. I’m going out on a limb here, but it is entirely possible that she, you know, loves him.
What with you being a young’un and all, you probably don’t remember the days when the closest husbands ever got to the evacuation of their wife’s womb was a smoke filled waiting room full of men with boxes of cigars constantly glancing at their watches. It’s good that that’s all changed and everything (for most people, anyway) but it is not the case that the only possible freaking way for a man to show his wife love is to be camped out in the delivery room with her. Some wives, believe it or not, don’t even want the bastard there.
Maybe she told him that the best way he could show his love is to take advantage of this once-in-a-blue-moon opportunity to go try out for something that could possibly make his family financially secure for the rest of their lives. Maybe they had already discussed this together as a couple for several days, weeks, or even months. Maybe she wanted to express her love for him, at least as much as you want him to express his for her, by insisting that he go. Hell, maybe it was her idea altogether.
I mean, I could understand if there had oozed from him any inkling of irresponsibility or disdain for his family other than whatever things you had imagined and concocted in your head. If he had said something like, I don’t know, “Fuck that bitch and her spawn.” Then I could understand your drawing the worst possible conclusion among an infinite number about people you fucking don’t even know.
I doubt you’ll change your mind because you get stuck in these ruts sometimes and end up digging your heels in even deeper. But man, you’re just wrong wrong wrong. People don’t have to live their lives the way you live yours, or think the way you think, or express love the way you express it to be decent, loving, and happy.
Now, surprise me and change your mind about this. Otherwise, get ready for a rumble. Defend your position, but do so without arbitrary bullshit pulled out of your ass and baseless assumptions about this man and his family. Go ahead. I’m waiting. Make my fucking day.
[…stern stare…]