I learnt something important this week. Actually I learnt a few things, but this will do for starters.
I learnt that just because you don’t like something that I like – say, a book or a movie, for example – that doesn’t make it “crap”.
All my life my parents have criticised things that I like – things they don’t like – as being “crap”. Of course, I have taken their views on as a personal criticism.
I’m learning that we can all like different things, without any of those things being “crap”.
Some people like cats; some people like dogs. Some people like comedy movies; some people like drama or animation or … whatever. It doesn’t really matter what people like – they like what they like, and that’s ok. None of it is inherently “crap”. And even if it is, that doesn’t make me “crap” by association.
In unrelated news it’s hot here. And I mean HOT. It got to +44C today, which I think it something like 118 in the old money. The flowers in my back garden that normally look like this:
Now look like this: