I’ve always been a complete jerk about audio speakers. Hand me control of one and watch me turn from a normal person into a musical show-off within seconds.
“Listen to this obscure 80s metal band!” I’d yell while my poor date winced. “They combined speed metal with classical influences!” My date nodded politely while plotting her escape.
Denne egoisme gik langt ud over musikken:
Under vores tredje date i hendes lejlighed tog hun sin telefon op for at tilslutte den til sin højttaler. Jeg forberedte mig på, hvad hun kunne finde på at spille.
Men så bragede Metallica ud af højttalerne.
“You like this too?” I asked, surprised.
“No,” she smiled. “You do.”
Min hjerne stoppede. Hun havde taget sin lille smule kontrol og brugt den til at gøre MIG glad. Dette koncept var helt fremmed for mig.
I saw with painful clarity all the times I’d done exactly the opposite and chosen my comfort over hers, my taste above hers, my wants before her needs.
Lige der besluttede jeg at prøve noget nyt. Jeg stillede spørgsmål om hendes musiksmag og fandt ud af, at hun elskede 70'er-funk, men sjældent spillede det, fordi en gammel kæreste havde hånet hende for det.
Next time she came to my place, I had Earth, Wind & Fire ready to go.
Her whole face changed. “You remembered!”
That moment taught me more about relationships than any advice column or self-help book. Small choices reveal character. When given tiny bits of power, most people grab pleasure for themselves when they should’ve given it away.
Kvinden, der spillede Metallica for mig på vores tredje date? Vi blev gift sidste år.
We take turns with the music now, but I’ve found something strange. Playing songs that make her happy brings me more joy than hearing my own favorites.
Jeg tager mig selv i at tænke, at det måske er det, folk mener, når de taler om at blive voksen.
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