I used to pride myself on taste, my likings of music, art, clothing - shit even the most minute things like what people put on their burgers. The thing was I thought that I was uniquely cut from a separate cloth than what I thought others were. I didn’t view it as being pretentious because in my head it was “just my personal preference”

but then i began to zoom out and really understand the human condition of the concept of pure enjoyment

And what the flash of light was… is that people can enjoy stuff … even if I think its butt.

On the surface, life in the seven continents is peril. Straight up. If a bullshit pop artist, a TV show, a YouTuber or whatever new age pass time brings you a sliver of joy or happiness. Thats amazing and it depicts you as the lesser shitting on top of what every single person is trying to achieve..

Pure joy.