Agree with me or Die!!!!!

It occurred to me today that I'm tired of interests. By that I mean I'm tired of people asking me if I like things in search of a common interest. And I'm tired of being made to feel like I suck because I like/dislike something someone else does or doesn't.

"Do you like Leonardo Dicaprio?"

"No I hate Leonardo Dicaprio"

"But he was so good in 'What's Eating Gilbert Grape'!"

"I like 'What's Eating Gilbert Grape'."

"I hated 'What's Eating Gilbert Grape' but I love Leonardo Dicaprio."

"I guess we can't have a conversation then"

"We just did."

What the fuck are we accomplishing? Do you really, truly care if I adore Reba McEntire? (Which I do, in fact, chew on that.) Do I truly care if you like watching paint dry? Yes, I do. But that doesn't mean that I have to like watching paint dry.

If I spent every second of my day trying to have as much in common with someone else as possible--I MAY eventually have 1/1000000th of an iota of a molecule of a fiber of my essence in common with them.

I like the sound of trains when I'm sleeping.

I hate the cold.

I sort of enjoy melba toast~ but not enough to wax ecstatic.

Getting my hair cut makes me happy.

I can't stand it when people touch my face.

I despise bad grammar.

I love having the back of my neck kissed.

I think feet are beautiful.

The smell of potpourri makes me nauseous.

I don't like pumpkin pie.

I love fiction, and hate instruction manuals.

My favorite color is blue next to yellow. I refuse to pick one.

I hate being held down forcibly.

I love being held down playfully.

Celine Dion frustrates me.

I adore films based on redemption.

I despise most films based on sick humor.

I love to amuse myself by miniaturizing words--for instance: monkey

I laugh hardest at things that don't make sense.

I cry hardest at insensitivity.

I would rather die than hear someone talk down to my mothers.

I'm glad I have no religious upbringing.

I'm fascinated by people who have and manage to not suck.

I love the smell of lighter fluid.

I hate talking on the telephone.

I would love to be a cello.

Really I could go on all day but I won't---because if you got the original point, you're probably not even reading this. But if you did--well bless yer heart, honey.