I think if they had been talking about 'family, babies or a recipe they enjoyed' I would have been equally disgusted.
But if they had been talking about a new record I might have been interested.
This is all, of course, extremely unreasonable and arbitrary.
I can be flexible but I'm also searching for the pleasure of writing things that are unreasonable.
It seems insane to me that I still have a romantic view of artists, since I see no evidence to support such a view, but it remains a desire. A desire for art to be something more (or violently less) than everything I see around me.
And, reading the comments again, I realize again that my humour is often too black, slight or dry, and people miss that the words I write are both meant and not, that I feel my views as painful but can also see them (and myself) as ridiculous. (I mean, I've never punched anyone in my life.)
I am flexible. Which means I know just how boring being flexible can sometimes be.