I think I inadvertantly sold my soul.
Mmm. Yeah. So parentals had a dinner this evening, and a friend brought another couple that somehow knows my parents from back-in-the-day of high school. We'll call this couple The Family. Well, the friend decided that The Family should see all my art work from the past couple years, hear some piano shindigs, and all that jazz...I think the friend gave them a cliff notes guide to my life or something. Well, played some music, did a somewhat crappy job, but they seemed happy with the entertainment; I gave them the crash course to my art...the abridged version which makes me sound really pretentious-arty-farty. Overall, The Family are nice people to talk to.
Post Party: found out that the friend just may be plotting a set up with The Family's Son. So. Dinner in effect was an interview, a set up for the friend to encourage me to talk and, essentially, advertise my "talents."
I am not cool with this.
I feel like I've just been thrown back to the times of arranged marriages where the parents go out and scout the field for the best pickings. I just feel like everything that I've been doing for myself has just been put up for sale as something public. My music, all of my art pieces that mean so much to me, just my opinion and conversation even...just turned into some sort of evidence to say, yeah, this is suitable as dating material.
I think I felt most betrayed because I knew that The Family had kids, and I knew that the friend had always been joking about setting me up at some point or another. But I never took her seriously. I just thought that the friend wanted to see what I was up to because her and my mom are close, and I haven't seen her for a year or so. As the evening wore on, I was just like...ok, I'm no show pony, so did a pretty crappy job on Gershwin (who deserves SO much better)and a few other things because I didn't have any gusto to try hard. They didn't tell me I was doing a personal ad for a dating service.
Gah. Let this all be worrying for nothing.