Why I hate it when Americans attempt to engage me on the Royal Family:
When I was 14 my Dad died, something that nobody – outside of immediate family and friends – gives two shits about. A few years later, a guy who I’ve never met loses his mother. All very sad, but acquaintances and strangers here like to bring up this death in conversation and tell me about how sorry they are for his loss.*
In my late-20s I got married. All very nice, but again, nobody – outside of immediate family and friends – really gives a flying monkey toss about it. Why should they? A little bit after me that guy I’ve never met and who’d lost his mother got married himself. Great for him, I wouldn’t begrudge him his happiness, but yet these same curiously odd people who corner me at parties and insist in trying to engage in small talk when silence really would be preferred tell me about lovely his wedding.**
A few months back, I became a father. It has been earth-shattering to me, but beyond immediate family and friends, nobody really gives a fuck. Now that guy I don’t know, who lost his mother and had a wedding, has also become a father. I’m not surprised by the news as over the last few months overly familiar troglodytic morons when they hear my voice have been asking me how his wife is doing with the pregnancy.***
Commiserations to Carol Ann Duffy who is now going to have write an excruciating poem.
For the next week I will be trying to live clandestine in the US in order to avoid having excruciating conversations with people who get really excited about nonsense like this. I think I’ll put on a French accent.
*In fairness, strangers might be stopping him to tell him how sorry they are about my loss.
** Again, in fairness, he is probably cheesed off with the number of people droning on about my wedding to him.
*** If we ever meet, we’re going to laugh about this. Complete strangers were constantly asking him about how my wife’s pregnancy was going. Must be some crossed wires, we’ll say.