nobodobodon, in his infinite wisdom, said:I figured out how to make my CD player in my car play the same song over and over again. I listened to "It's a Bit of a Pain" by Faust. That is ostensibly my favorite song, or it was. Why ostensibly? I don't know. I'm out of touch with my soul and don't know what my "true preferences" are, and I suspect that such a notion itself is an unnatural imposition by a society bent on categorizing and scaling everything that can be felt or seen. It's not real if you can't measure it. I'm rambling. But I guess you probably figure that out without me pointing it out, eh?
I think I can relate to this. I have very few things I can specifically say is a "favorite". Life is my favorite. Hang out with good people is a favorite. Taking pictures is a favorite. Driving in the country on sunny days with puffy clouds is a favorite. But those are all still very vague. I know a number of good people, I love to hang out with. Taking pictures of what? People? Landscapes? Architecture? It doesn't matter. Driving in the woods? The desert? The coast? I don't think it matters.
I'm not sure if that makes me an open person or an unfocused person. But I think it does allow me a lot more freedom to enjoy whatever comes my way.
(my mind is wandering so expect a lot of topic shift from this point)
While it might seem like an oxymoron, I would label myself an intellectual hedonist. I love to read and learn. But I also love sensory experience.
What I do not like, for myself, is specialization. Specialization is in many ways the same as isolation. If you vocabulary rarely dips below five syllables, many people will not understand you. If you say you hate "formication", most people will think you meant "fornication" and think you are fucked up.
When you sensory desires specialize, the become fetishes. Fetishes are quite healthy (as is an intellectual approach to life), but when it becomes a requirement in your life, again, it can isolate you. If formication is your fetish, and you wish to have that feeling while you fornicate, how do you find a partner. That is not to say fetishes have to sexual. Like my love for food. It's not a comfort thing, or a sexual thing. It's a sensory thing. A flourless chocolate cake made just right, with perfectly ripened strawberries on top will make the hair on my neck stand on end, and the sensory overload, almost cross over into the visual cortex. The taste is so rich and so good that almost every sense in overloaded.
Where was I going with this?
Anyway, it is still not a favorite. There are many food that will do that to me. Crab Rangoon. Breyers Mint Chocolate Chip. Etc.
I thin it is hard to have a specific favorite of anything, because then your life becomes focused on that favorite and you tune out other things until you burn out on that favorite.
I guess I'm saying, I have a number of generalities I enjoy, and that works for me.
Olay, I'm not sure I had a point. But that's okay, it wouldn't have been my favorite point anyway.
[WTF: I write this, it passwd spell check. I add a line to the end, and somehow that introduces spelling errors (dropped characters) to earlier parts of the post. What's up with that?]