That appears to be the core of my self-dislike: I think that my attempts to please others are doomed, and that I'm going to be treated badly for trying.
In happier news, goat cheese pizza + Red Stripe is a nice meal.
A high school girl on the patio tonight said very loudly "IT GOT ALL OVER HER FUR PONCHO AND BURNED HER BOOBS."
Here is a list of things that people around me love that I cannot get into, with rare and notable exceptions. Please note that this list does not represent a criticism or condemnation of any of its items. I suspect a deficiency on my part for most of these.
- Comic books
- Sad soft quiet indiepop
- Side scrolling video games
- 1970s nostalgia
- science fiction*
- Dave Eggers
- crafts of any kind
- holidays in the sun
- stoner rock
- alternative medicine
*I voraciously consumed sf and fantasy up until age 18 and then couldn't read it at all. I still have a lot of affection for the genre but there aren't more than two or three authors I can read. No idea why.