I love to say that I don’t care what anybody thinks about me…but we all know that’s kind of a lie. So I’ll admit to wondering what certain people think about me. It annoys me that I care but I do. And some things just can’t be helped.
Anyway, that’s why I’m impressed when I come across someone who really doesn’t care what people think. And Ali? He’s one of them.
Last week, for example, my husband wore his classy Virgin America earphones while we enjoyed an afternoon at the park (read: we made Maya run laps to burn off her sugar high). As far as I could see, Ali was not listening to music, wasn’t watching a video of any sort, and if cheap gray plastic earphones were part of a new fashion craze I’d apparently missed the memo.
As I watched Ali from afar, seemingly oblivious to the odd stares he was receiving, I wondered why he had no problem bearing a very strong likeness to Cuba Gooding Jr. in Radio. And of course I couldn’t help but point out the resemblance. But my husband couldn’t have cared less.
Now if the tables had been turned and Ali had said something about what I was wearing, I would have immediately:
- Resented his comment.
- Believed his comment.
- Felt hideous until I could have taken said item off.
- Given away said item.
As we drove home from the park, my mind continued to process the situation. At which point Ali randomly threw me a bone. “I wore them because it was cold and they kept my ears from hurting.”
Is my husband out of his mind? Of course. But a tiny part of me has to admire the fact that he doesn’t care that I think so.