"Will I loose my dignity? Will someone care?"

So, last night at Pub Fiction, I almost got in my very first bar fight. There are these two older-ish guys sitting next to us. The Oscars are roling on a couple giant screens in front of us. Lord, Jake Gyllenhaal is dreamy. The Brokeback Mountain conversation is inevitable. I say something about how I loved the film. I was trying to explain the archetypal gist of the plot...which no one was really listening to. Apparently, you aren't allowed to talk about books or anything that matters at all in bars. In fact, you probably should steer away from talking about things like that period. If your conversation is solely based on what position the Rockets are in for the playoffs or who's playing at the Rodeo this week, you're fine. Try to explain the Emerging Conversation to someone in a bar & you get ostersized. Fuck life. Will someone ever fucking care? Well, the answer is no. The problem is me. I'm weird...I care...and I can't help it. Anyways, this dude told me that all gay people are pedophiles. Well, gay men are pedophiles...gay women aren't. So, I got pissed. I suppose I'm a little emotional when it comes to utter ignorance. I told him I was going to punch his teeth out of his head if he didn't get the fuck out of MY G-- D--- bar. He he...Oops. Probably a little over the top. Then I told him I didn't like him. Then he had to talk bad about the Penguin movie. He HAD to talk bad about the Penguin movie. I told him that was it. I couldn't stand him...and he continued to ask me out...over & over like I was teasing about not liking him. He told me about some famous couple that were complete opposites & they had a great relationship. I turned to him and said, "what part of I don't like you did you not hear?" He said, "Ok...I'm sorry" and left. Moral of the story...you can have your our opinions as long as they aren't ignorant. Bye.