As 2011 ends and everyone is looking expectantly ahead, I am taking a look back to see what things I did or said or thought even though I knew better.
Despite a conscious effort to behave rationally and think critically as often as I can, I find there are some lessons I can’t seem to accept. These things, despite the empirical evidence of many field trials, I feel the need to revisit and revisit. As if somehow nothing other than the passage of days will change a lifelong truth for me.
- I do not like bleu cheese. Conservatively estimating, I’d say I’ve tried bleu cheese two hundred times in my life. Since the first taste, I have hated it. Almost instinctive reaction from my body of SWEET CUDDLY KRAKENS WHAT THE HELL IS THAT POISON GET IT OUTOUTOUT!!!!! And yet, several times a year I will try it, because some of my foodiest pals love it.
- Waxing is non-essential for me. Hirsute I am not. Despite what Cosmo or porn or my real-life friends-who-are-good-friends-I-talk-about-this-stuff-with say are fantastic results with very little negative effect, waxing any hair on any part of me is overkill. The five hairs that make up the eyebrow of my right eye do not need heavy-duty grooming. Ever. Still.
- I love human error. Simply put, I have a soft spot and a funny bone for the things folks do that prove we’re human, especially when there’s no lasting trauma and it makes me laugh. America’s Funniest Home Videos, damnyouautocorrect, The Jersey Shore and more. I try and stay away, to turn my eye to some more “worthwhile” endeavor. But I love it when people fall down on the dance floor and I need not be ashamed.
So, as I anxiously await all the gloriousness that is the next trip around the sun, I think I’ll resolve to stop learning these lessons I already know, and just accept them for who I am. These, and my runner-up life lesson: I always laugh at the Bad Astronomer’s puns, and that’s okay.