I called it loyalty. In reality, it was a leash.
Because there are no strings, I can watch a famously terrible shark movie purely for the scene where a man punches the ocean. I can listen to a pop song with lyrics so vapid they make a balloon look profound, just because the bassline makes my car vibrate. I can read the first three chapters of a Pulitzer winner, decide it’s pretentious sludge, and pick up a pulp sci-fi novel about laser-brained mutants. No Strings Attached -My Pervy Family- 2024 XXX ...
I put on a thirty-year-old episode of a cartoon where a coyote gets hit by an anvil. I called it loyalty
I disagree. I’m missing the strings .
Does this make me shallow? Perhaps. My friends still argue about canon, lore, and whether the spin-off comic book contradicts the director’s cut. I smile, nod, and say, “I only saw the movie. It was fine.” I can listen to a pop song with
They look horrified. “But you’re missing the context .”
I paused the show. I looked at the remote.