Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Tastes Change

Last night I decided that I really enjoy drinking white wine. I've never had any interest in white wine before, and I always drank red. I was pretty much anti-white wine.

I should have known that that would happen one day. Here's why: back in the early 90's I was very anti-sideburn. I mocked their very existence and thought that sideburned guys were just stoolfools. Then, I think it was in '92, I grew sideburns and had them until just a couple months ago. I had a 17 year loving, supportive relationship with sideburns--after cruelly despising them!

I wonder what I hate right now that I will come to embrace down the road. Maybe cucumbers-- but I doubt it.

Why do we sometimes become that which we most loathe? Is it because we constantly feed the hated thing with the energy of our attention-- and it grows stronger in our lives? Or, could it be that we feel, on some level, that we must deny our affinity for something because we feel that it is somehow forbidden? Is it just easier to live in denial than to have to face some uncomfortable truth about ourselves? I suppose it could be either. Or both. Whatever... time for some white wine.

8 comments:

Anonymous said...

Cucumbers have been, are and will continue to be the blandest and least appetizing "food" (and I use the term loosely) imaginable.

I think your next change of heart will be for furries.

-Andy

Adam T said...

Why do we sometimes become that which we most loathe?I think we are uncomfortable with the fact that we can't choose the things we desire the most. And sometimes acquiring the things we desire tarnishes the image we present the rest of the world. So the easy thing to do is to hate what we want the most so that way not having it isn't so painful. But change happens and we can sometimes get what we wanted in the past without damaging our image. That's when we give in to our desires and become what we once loathed. For example...

I used to hate Prince when I was a teenager. Now I own every pre-New Power Generation album. ( I will admit he fell off the deep end after the Batman soundtrack ). What changed? I moved away from home and I was no longer surrounded by a bunch of Yo-Tonys who like to pummel anything the least bit 'gay'. I could taste the forbidden fruit without worrying about what it would do to the macho image I had created for myself. Today my Black Flag records have gone unplayed for years ( one of my teen self's favorites ) because I've been too busy singing along to Sign O' The Times ( Prince's best album by the way ).

So there that's my confession slash analysis.

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Holley T said...

you should definitely check out Mark Twain's philosophical essay, What is Man?. It is sort of Socratic conversation between an Old Man and a Young Man. OM's argument is that we are driven by one thing and one thing only, contentment of spirit. I don't really care for his fiction too much but I'm on a second book of his essays and love how he thinks. What is Man? was written near the end of his life, while he was a more bitter and tragic figure than I ever knew Twain could be and it is very apparent in the OM's bitter rant. Bitter, but uncomfortably reasonable. Definitely worth a read if you have time and it's only about 140 pages.

Holley T said...

oh yeah, that pic grossed me out a little, great job!

becky said...

I had a similar experience with Star Trek, of all things. And stuff to do with wizards. I talked to this one dude who called it a "shimmering edge." What he sez is that there may be a thing that subconsciously, you know it'll be come a big thing in your life, but the pre-big-thing-you hates the idea cuz it's gonna become all big and important. And I guess that you is scared of that, of that, um, um, uh. I can't think of the word. Sorta like commitment, I guess. This isn't clear at all. But, like, yeah.

david gemmill said...

damn dude, i never knew. i have sideburns, the only reason i have them is because its less to shave and i hate shaving, but i also hate stubble or 5 o clock shadows or beards, so i am at an impasse. shitty. i'll get a haircut this weekend and tell them to cut my sideburns. i went out recently and some girl commented on my sideburns, i forgot they were there. weird.

i know what you mean about becoming what you hate. i think it's best to adapt apathy in most cases. no wasted energy.

i like the drawing.

Gabriel said...

one word for you: mullet.