Today I discovered why I call this blog my "escape hatch" (it takes me a while, but eventually my brain catches up to my fingers). I want to write about how life feels like standing on the latch of a trap door that will release at any moment. But that door is actually not a trap, it's an escape. A welcome Paradox in it's primitive form.
For instance, having "preferences" is one of those areas that I thought was a trap, but lately I've been experiencing it as an escape. In the past, I felt GUILT for having "Preferences"...I was suckered in by my own comparisons that seemed to tell me that I needed to embrace a wide array of colors in order to be open-minded and approachable. Anything else was just intolerance...or so I thought.
Meanwhile, trapped by my overgrown garden of "everything"...I never stopped wondering why I felt so inspired by Simplicity. And Uniqueness.
In the name of Maturity, I thought I had to like everything. I steered clear of ever becoming a hateful favortist (new word) engaged in snobbery of the worst kind: knowing what you like. After all, if I knew what I liked, then that means there's something I don't like, and that means that I'm being cruel to something.
But lately, I've allowed myself to embrace a preference or two, if just for the fun of it. I mean, if mosquitoes can have preferences, why can't I?
In the meantime, I've had a lot of scary fun.
And discovered that having preferences means I'm different.
Embracing them means I'm weird.
...And sharing them means I'm now okay with it
So I'd like to introduce you to 3 things I like and don't like...in celebration of my new sense of Maturity. Don't be alarmed. I'm not a snob...I'm just discovering who I am.
1. I prefer the Thesaurus over the Dictionary 100:1
2. I prefer dark chocolate (85% cocoa) over any other kind (55% is like fake DARK)
3. I prefer Starbucks to...anything else. The day Tim Hortons makes me a decaf tall soy extra hot americano misto light water with foam and half sweet caramel I'll re-consider
OK. Those were the only three I could think of. I'll work on getting some more.
Inspired? or Disgusted?
I promise I'll still love you if you want to meet at Tim Hortons for a double-double and white chocolate. If you bring your Dictionary maybe you could teach me a new word and I'll expound upon it for you...
