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You don’t get to tell me I’m wrong

I like chocolate. It’s a taste hard-wired into my brain. It’s a taste I desire, and when I go too long without it, my brain tells me it’s time to buy a Reese’s Cup. No one could dissuade me from liking chocolate because, really, who’s going to try? It’s something I like, and no one is going to tell me that I shouldn’t like it or that it’s not smart to like it. There might be some who shake their heads and say, “You should try more caramel because it’s so good.” To which I would shake my head and say “no way” because, well, chocolate.

I’m betting at this point you would all agree with me on the above argument, right? You wouldn’t keep pressing, telling me I’ve lost my mind, or use condescending words to convince me, would you? Probably not, because I like chocolate, and that’s it. Changing my mind, or at least trying to, would belittle me and you for the effort. No one is changing their taste preferences because someone tells them they’re not smart for liking chocolate.

What if someone determined to make you change your taste for chocolate started bringing snickerdoodle cookies into the office, those of vanilla and cinnamon-flavored lore, and did so every single day thereafter. They would leave them close to your desk so you would become tempted. I would see those cookies and say, “Oh, there’s some snickerdoodle cookies,” and I might eat one, but I wouldn’t choose it regularly because it’s not my favorite taste.

It doesn’t have the right texture and flavor and doesn’t satisfy what I want in a cookie. I want my cookies rich and dense, packed with just the right amount of chocolatey goodness. If I bake and eat a cookie, it better be right, or my taste buds will be left wanting.

And this keeps going daily, weekly and by the minute until you want to shout to the heavens that “snickerdoodles aren’t my favorite and never will be, so please stop trying to change my mind and tell me I don’t know what I’m doing because I like chocolate.”

You eat your cinnamon-packed treats, and I’ll eat mine.

If there was a way to live inside tightly-packed word salads in real life, to finagle our way through intricate times when showing your preference in the daylight could be done without ridicule, we would all love each other a bit more.

There is something to be said for personal choices, things we consider and decide on, be for and stand with. I’m fairly certain these things are not chosen lightly, that we make these types of choices and decisions based on our own lives and sometimes our faith. But faith is not what this is about because you can have the strongest of faiths and still choose things others deem themselves to be wrong and set out to get you on “their” right path.

Things that happen in our lives, experiences — good and bad — shape the choices we make. There are things that may not ever touch you personally, but to those it does it changes the shape and view of their world. It determines their choices. It’s unfortunate that others can’t accept, without condescension, another’s valid preference.

There’s a difference between saying you like something and beating someone over the head with it. There’s a million different choices we make that we don’t have to agree on. If I like Killbuck Pizza Parlor pizza the best, which I do, does that mean you get to tell me I’m wrong? No, because it’s pizza, and we’re running a little low on love for others and chocolate around here.

Published: October 7, 2016
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