You’d expect us to fight over the remote control. We’re people with distinctly different tastes. I don’t like Breaking Bad; he can’t stand Grey’s Anatomy. I have to watch Harry Potter and A Walk to Remember every time they are on; he prefers cricket.
But when the remote is in either of our hands, we watch what the other wants to watch. It’s a simple thing none of our friends understand.
“Shouldn’t it be the other way round?”
“When you’re holding the remote, why not just watch what you want?”
They don’t get it. No one does. And even though it’s slightly skewed, there’s no philosophy behind it. We do it for the heck of it. Just like the speech bubbles, this is our thing.