I know I always say I'm in fights with people. Sometimes I do actually get in fights with people, though not often. I think of myself as a pretty reasonable person, but sometimes I get overwhelmed with frustration and the real fights happen.
Today I went to the Sundance film festival with Jeff. Neither of us had ever been to see any of the Park City movies during a festival and we thought it would be a great experience. On the way up, Jeff wouldn't put on his seatbelt. Since he did not care to wear his seatbelt, I did not care to talk with him. This was a stubborn thing to do, but wearing your seatbelt is important. Everyone knows that.
At the end of our journey, I finally convinced Jeff to put on his seatbelt. This means I strapped him in myself with him resisting like any four year old full of candy. We drove to Park City and parked about 6 mi away. We took the shuttle downtown and ate some delicious bbq chicken pizza, we watched a movie called Paper Hearts, and then we got in a fight.
We rode about 4 buses to get to our car, but in the third bus we saw some Asian people. A truly stereotypical thing was said and I told him it wasn't funny. Then he said something else, I told him if he wanted to learn Chinese, he should learn it, but imitation Chinese isn't funny. Especially since half the Asian people in America don't speak Chinese.
I then ignored him, during which time he took it upon himself to say something else truly stereotypical. I told him it was an ignorant thing to say and we got off the bus. It clearly bothered him I had said those things to him, but he wouldn't talk to me about how he felt. He did find the time to roll his eyes at me and give me the silent treatment. I told him I wasn't his Mom and we needed to talk about the situation since it was important to me and he wouldn't say anything.
On the next bus we stood separately and on the hour long ride home he wouldn't talk to me. I am sad he won't talk to me about important things and sad his feelings were hurt. Dang Gina, I don't like having to bring up awkward things like that, but I don't think stereotypes are funny.
Well, I guess I'm going to Institute by myself tomorrow. He went last week because he liked me, but I'm pretty sure he still won't like me tomorrow. Maybe he and the boys will get together instead and talk in Iranian accents and laugh about how weird foreign people are. I love when we all get together and make fun of other cultures. It's so funny.