Listen, it's not the weirdest shit he's ever said since I started explaining internet culture to him. But he's trying.
Anyway, he sits in the floor and he is absolutely covered in cats and cat hair and a dog too who either loves him like they do or is thinking mightily about stealing a femur. I select an episode of The Masked Singer at his request and push play. We have coffee. We have snack packs and a couple whatchamacallits and popcorn. We're good.
He even brought a pair of snow owls shakers full of his special curry spice blend. Curry is his favorite. And curry popcorn ain't bad. Don't knock it til you try it.
"So tell me why again you wanted to watch this show?"
I HAVE NEVER SEEN ANIMALS DOING MUSIC WITH ROCKS IN BEFORE.
A giant seahorse had taken the stage doing a version of Ocean Man by Ween. I mean, odd choice for this show, but ok. Why not WAH? Wet Ass Horsey? I didn't say this out loud, however, because I had a hard enough time explaining Ben Shapiro memes. I can't handle doing that whole song with him.
He bobbed a little to the tune and dare I say hummed? a little. I mean I have never heard him as much as I thought him. That doesn't make sense but literally none of this does. Basically, his part of the conversation just appears in my head like I've heard it but he didn't actually say it out loud. So there were some vibrations that I would think are humming, but who knows.
"Are you familiar with this song then?"
The vibrations stopped. He shrugged a little.
IT'S CATCHY.
I mean, he's right, but I literally cross my fingers hoping he won't ask about what it means because I played Sturgill Simpson's Turtles All the Way Down thinking he'd appreciate it...but instead I spent like 2 hours afterwards explaining drugs before I gave up, and I don't have that in me today.
He turns back to the tv. Commercials are on. I can't fast forward because I'm broke and have basic hulu, but these days I'm kinda glad I can't. These might be his favorite part of watching anything. Maybe they make him feel less...alone? I didn't realize the levels of absurdity we'd gone to. Capitalist fever dreams. So when I can't explain why a vampire at a therapist is a great way to sell auto insurance, I get a sense that he's kind of relieved that we are both left haunted by the inescapable Lovecraftian horrors of modern advertising.
The show continued on with Death pretty enraptured by the teddy bear, peacock, lemur, and alligator singers who graced the stage with their short performances, but there wasn't anymore humming. After the final break, the winners and losers were announced. When that lemur pulled its head off and revealed the human inside, I knew from the flame of blue that lit up the room from Death's eyes that we were going to have to have a major conversation.
I grabbed his as the words hit me.
WHAT IN THE FUCK
"Uh....i think I might be rubbing off on you. You don't say that word."
IT'S THE ONLY THING THAT FITS.
"yeah tell me about. Sometimes it is."
SO. WHAT IN THE FUCK?
"You know what? I'll explain, but we definitely need more coffee first."
Links to the other “Use Your Words” posts:
Baking In A Tornado https://bakinginatornado.com/
Wandering Web Designer https://wanderingwebdesigner.com/blog
On the Border https://dlt-lifeontheranch.blogspot.com/
The Crazy Mama Llama https://crazymamallama.blogspot.com/
Part-time Working Hockey Mom https://thethreegerbers.blogspot.ch/