Favoritism

I'm a little late to this game...because sometimes I just flat out refuse to participate...but I've been doing the Facebook 30 Day Song Challenge.

I suppose one of the reasons why I hesitated to participate was because they ask you about "Favorite" stuff. And I'm just not a favorite sort of a girl.

Like, for instance, the very first day I was supposed to pick my favorite song. Um...?  How can I possibly say any one song is the best of all other songs? Even if you narrow it down to genres I get stumped pretty easily. I finally did pick - out of desperation - the one song I can think of that WAS my favorite song...in 1981...that I can still stand to listen to and be happy to hear...



But is it my favorite song? Uh...uh...uh...no. Not really.

I just don't have favorites. I don't have a favorite song, movie, food, band, book, color, ice cream, shirt, cocktail, character, celebrity, author. I don't know why. I just don't.

I know plenty of people who think picking a favorite is easy. For me, it's not that simple. Crap. The fact is I like LOTS of things! And it's not even so much about not wanting to hurt feelings or feeling compassionate.

I just appreciate everything for what it is and everyone for who they are.

So picking favorites, for me, is impossible.

About the only thing I can discern is my all-time favorite thing in all the world?

Cheese.

If I had to give up everything...my friends, family, food, and fodder in exchange for cheese? You all would be toast.

Cheese. It's what's for dinner.