It has been a little over a week or so since I have moved back to IL, and living with my parents has been interesting. Especially where the factor of my 18-year-old cousin’s 19-year-old boyfriend is concerned. Things started out easily enough with him, I could look past the fact that he was a fan of ICP or that he has a slight infatuation with wanting to ‘box people’. But he couldn’t keep his opinions to himself for long. I had been warned by my older cousin about this, but being that I have never been one to shy away from what I would have thought would be a good discussion. How bad could it really be.
When I was unpacking my toys I got to hear about how, sex toys where nasty. My brain started to worry how bad his opinions where going to get right then and there. But I allowed more discussions to happen. We had a really good one about smoking weed and other drugs, while I have never done it I wasn’t going to throw him under the bus for doing it. My spirits raised that we could talk like normal human beings.
Yeah that didn’t last long.
I have now heard his opinion on the President (with racial slurs tossed into it), about gay marriage and the one that nearly sent me flying across to room at him…
“Any woman who shows too much skin, is a whore.”
Now, I have been the bigger person when he spouts these opinions, either not saying anything. Or attempting to educate him with facts and my knowledge that I have picked up over my 30 years of life on this great earth. The discussions start off well with each of us giving our points, but you can’t really continue with someone when their endgame to it all is…and I quote:
“I don’t give a shit what people think. I am going to think what I want to think.”
He has no facts or basis for half of his opinions other than they are his own thoughts. It makes me want to shake my poor cousin and scream at her what the fuck she is doing with such a closed-minded little twit. Of whom he gives a hard time for her having a girlfriend in the past with his ‘its just nasty’ remarks. It makes me want to punch him half the time as well and had led me to be rather quiet around him in the house for a day or so. Until I just got very Honey Badger about it all. Pulling out my toys to review while he is in the room to take pictures or just have with me like I always do to take notes. Happily watching Ru Paul’s Drag race and other Logo TV shows that I like to keep him out of the room. Don’t get me wrong, I am not trying to scare him away or to be a bitch. But I cannot stop my life and being who I am for one person who is currently sleeping on my parents couch. At this point I would still be happy to discuss things with him. But how do you discuss things with someone who is being so closed-minded that it seems like the hinges on his brain are rusted shut.
I know that I am far more open-minded because of the way I was raised. So I can only assume that his views are in part from the same. But even I in slowly growing up and discussing things with people learned that my way, wasn’t the only way. I can only hope that either he learns the same one day when he grows older. That or hope that whatever rousing discussions we get into over the next few months causes some of those hinges to loosen and open up his mind a little further. The only advice I think I could ever bestow upon him should be that maybe he needs to live more than 19 years of life and then really think about the opinions that he has.
I know this isn’t as erotic as my past submissions to Wicked Wednesay, but I thought it fit the theme of the week which was Discussion. Perhaps those who read this might have some advice for me on dealing with this or maybe there is something in my own thoughts I am wrong about. I would love to hear them!