I don't play favorites. I don't mean
that I don't like and pay attention to certain people over others, I
mean I don't really have favorite things.
Ask me what my “favorite” of
something is ten times, and you're likely to get eight different
answers. Favorite food? Lasagna, spaghetti, pizza, burgers, steak,
fish'n'chips, yakisoba, egg rolls, mole, tacos, burritos,
enchiladas...
Movies, music, artwork, websites, TV
shows, genres, games, almost anything. There are usually a good
dozen choices that make it to my “top three” in any category.
And tomorrow, I'll have things in there that aren't there today.
It all comes down to mood, eventually,
or something like mood. There's more to it than emotional state.
I'm sure some of it has to do with bodily needs for certain vitamins,
minerals and trace elements. Some of it also has to do with memory
triggers (I like spaghetti more when I'm missing mom, or want comfort
food).
The point is that I really don't
understand the focused interest (or obsession) that people associate
with 'favorites'. I don't even understand people who have a truly
favorite thing to do or be. I love learning, and writing, and
reading; walking, rain, sunsets, the ocean, mountains, trees, and ten
thousand other things. How could I pick one, or even one group, and
say that this thing is better than all other things?
There are a few exceptions, of course.
Family first. That one I'll hold to forever. And there are some
things I will always rate above other things (Velvet Underground
beats Miley Cyrus, period). But of the things I do not dismiss, it's
virtually impossible for me to say one is always better than the
others.
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