Today was the M&T Bank Chorale concert, and it was wonderful (even though I couldn't sing my solo because I am still a little sick). We sang and sang (occasionally songs that have nothing whatsoever to do with the holiday season, but whatevs) and then ate cookies and hung out, and it was very pleasant. Mrs. N's rigorous schedules sort of prevent Chorale from mingling at times, because nobody is very talkative at 7:35 a.m., and as rehearsal wears on, if you talk to someone for a second, you get snarled at.
But I digress!
It was really nice to get to talk to people before the concert, too- we went in cars, rather than on the train or a bus, so we arrived in shifts. I was in Shift 1, so I got to talk to a lot of the people that I don't usually get a chance to chat with. The members of Chorale are really nice people- I wish I was better friends with all of them, and I wish I had gotten to know them better last year. So, I was talking with J, M and S, and they were all talking about Glee, and how awesome it is, and recapping bits from the previous episode.
Here's the thing. I feel funny about liking Glee. I do like it- yeah, yeah, yeah, it's autotuned, it's cheesy, it jumped the shark with the second season- whatever. I like it. But I know A and J (different J- this initial system is going to get confusing) really hate it, and I like A and J, so when the subject of Glee comes up and they're around, I try to just not say anything. Frankly, I don't have the energy to defend my television show preferences, and I think it's a little silly that they would put me in a position where I feel I have to do so.
I do this all the time- when people present arguments that I disagree with, often I'll just smile and change the subject, usually when I'm tired. (Unless their arguments are offensive or so drastically incorrect that I feel obligated to correct them.) My pen pal, C, says he does the same thing, which is reassuring, but I still don't know why this happens.
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