Because I work in the public sector I haven't been able to avoid hearing people talk about American Idol contestant Chris Medina. You've probably heard it already, but just to recap, his story goes as follows:
Chris dated his sweetheart Juliana Ramos for eight years before proposing to her about two years ago. They were young, in love and had their whole lives ahead of them.
Shortly after their engagement, Juliana had a traumatic car accident in which she sustained terrible physical injuries including head trauma that left her in a coma with serious brain damage.
Because he's a million times more of a man than I'll ever be, Chris stood by Juliana through thick and thin and is still with her today caring for her while she's wheelchair bound and extremely limited in her ability to communicate.
Now there's no debating the fact that this guy makes Jesus look like a free market Republican. He is the fucking MAN, someone who truly understands that love is sacrifice. The profound sentiments that would inspire such unwavering faith and devotion are simply beyond what most of us will ever know in our lives and are only possible for those of exceptional character.
On the flip side: I once broke up with a girl because she said she didn't like the taste of my semen. I'm 90% sure I'm gonna die alone.
Anyway here's where I fucked up - I was with a group of female co-workers who were all taking turns crying about how amazing Medina is, holding each others hands and sobbing. All of these women had also recently been married. Reflecting on the significance of their wedding vows and seeing someone who was willing to follow his every promise through to its most demanding conclusion was so emotionally overwhelming for them I was amazed they made it into work. More than ever they felt as though they would never be alone again in life. I was happy for them. They had a real flesh and blood example that proved conclusively Lionel Richie was right when he said 'Love Will Find a Way'.
So they're sobbing uncontrollably when all of a sudden one of them turns to me and asks for my opinion on the story. I answered them honestly:
"I think it's amazing. That guy is a saint, a million times more of a man than I am. I can't imagine what they've both been through. I hope he stands by her forever..."
At this point I should have just stopped talking. My answer was perfect. It was exactly what they wanted to hear and was very ordinary and normal. I didn't need to say anything else. But I did
"...but I also hope he's getting laid on the side because there's no reason why he should have to give up that part of his life. He's proven enough by staying with her and loving her, he should at least be able to see a hooker without feeling any guilt or shame."
RAGE HATE HATE HATE RAGE HATE RAGE THATS NOT HOW IT WAS IN THE NOTEBOOK RAGE HATE RAGE HATE RAGE HATE RAGE HATE RAGE HATE RAGE HATE RAGE HATE
Part of being mature is knowing when to shut your mouth. Clearly I don't have that down yet. That said, AM I WRONG?
I know it's not the most polite thing to say and I realize it offends the Disney aesthetic of the storyline, but this is a REAL fucking human who is dealing with the incredible misfortune he's been handed in the most admirable way. Why should he have to suffer unnecessarily?
I know if I was horribly injured and couldn't fulfill my physical duties I would want my wife to be riding the biggest, stiffest cock available when she wasn't by my side helping me get through the day. I'm considerate like that.
How do you guys feel about this? I need to know.