Overthinking

Backstory: a few weeks ago, I wrapped up a crazy week by going to a Bollywood party some friends had invited me to. I had a great time, but spent far too much time being glued to the miscellaneous screens, trying to follow the movie. Upon investigation, it turned out to be Om Shanti Om, I netflixed it, and my, what a romp.

Dialogue:
Happy TDEC: *swinging happily to the freshly purchased soundtrack*
Reflective TDEC: It’s annoying that I can’t sing along. And that I have no idea of the background of any of this.
HTDEC: Mmm, sure, but think of the fun! The outrageous costumes! The dancing! The men whose masculinity is not diminished by shiny outfits and ruffles
RTDEC: Ok, sure, but what if some Indian person caught me listening to this. I’d look like a tool
HTDEC: RTDEC, who cares? Besides, what are you planning to do? Drive by Indian shops blasting Deewangi Deewangi?
RTDEC: I'd look stupid, wouldn’t I? Like a wannabe?
HTDEC: It’s a song, woman, not a statement
RTDEC: Can’t it be both?
HTDEC: You are being just like when we were fifteen and on vacation in the UK and you refused to speak English for fear of sounding foreign
RTDEC: I am self-conscious now
HTDEC: Will you just SHUT UP already? I am trying to enjoy the song. Look at the screen. The guy is wearing a pirate costume for no reason at all. Can’t you just be grateful?