Have you ever argued for the superority of a (band/tv show/sports team/brand name/friend), then been put off when you won?
Is it just me, or does it feel ‘good’ to be in the secret minority sometimes? This happens all the time to me. I intentionally cultivate a taste for weird or obscure things, find out they are truly awesome - then argue with friends (or not friends) that what I (like/use/watch/listen to/cheer for/hang out with) is way better than whatever dreck they are substituting. Really, it’s just an excuse to argue with people - I really don’t care if you use an Apple computer or listen to Death Cab. In fact, I’d prefer you not.
What I really want is to prove my point, and we keep listening to the same music/watching the same movies/doing the same activities.. I don’t want you to start liking and actually DOING what I am doing. There’s something inside me that really needs to fly solo with things - get to be the lone ranger. The one bastion of truth amidst the sea of unwashed masses clamoring to suck the dregs from every cup of offerings to the dollar-steeped idols and market gods.
But instead, people freshly showered with revelations of excellence keep climbing over the walls of my little keep - eager to prostelytize this new gospel of cultural revelation. How about you just champion Jesus and let me have my self-medication of media and existential bandages? Cool? Cool.