What's Up With That?

Peer pressure sucks.  Especially when you are in your freaking 30's and you still face it.  Like most people, I endured a ton of pressure growing up.   Hey, I wasn't always this cool and sophisticated guy.  And, I'll let you in on a little secret...I'm still not a cool and sophisticated guy.  I am about to reveal some of the intimate reasons that prevent me from being as cool as some of the rest of you folks out there.

Movies
I bawled my eyes out during the last scene of E.T. I also let the tears fly while watching Terms of Endearment. And I admit, they were flowing during the following Disney classics: The Little Mermaid, Beauty and the Beast, Pocahontas, and most recently, Hercules.  Gee, I must be a wimp.

Music
I admit that my musical likes include (but are not limited to) the following artists: Celine Dion, Hall and Oates, Billy Joel, Shania Twain, Vince Gill, Amy Grant, Michael Jackson and Whitney Houston.  Let the insults fly.

Sports
Hey, I love to watch sports.  Personally, I'd rather play baseball than watch it (boring!).  I enjoy watching Basketball and Football but I certainly can't make the call before the ref does...and most of the time I don't understand what the call is (but I nod along and usually scream something out like "call the cops 'cause you was robbed!" just to fit in). I'm really good at obscenities, too but one thing I have never been able to waste my time with...statistics.  Or (nowadays with free agency) keeping track of who is on what team.  Forget it.

Auto Racing
When I mention that I enjoy watching auto racing, lots of people make the same extremely lame and unimaginable comment "if I wanted to waste my time watching that, I'll just sit on the side of Rt 495 and watch the cars go by."  My answer is: "You do that, Sherlock."

Why can't we all just get along?
Tolerance.  Who cares what I like or what you like?  I hate folks who critique anything that they don't particularly enjoy as if they are the quintessential judges of what is good or bad. It is usually a sign of insecurity on the critic's part (and if the critic is a male, it is usually a sign of either impotence or a small penis....so you'll never see me criticizing your taste in music).

Hey, I won a stupid award for an essay I wrote on Tolerance during my senior year in high school so I definitely know what I am talking about, damn it!  So lighten up world.