A Trafficker in Climaxes

I am fully aware that my style is mostly lame, which makes being told that a pretty little shirt, a nice toy or something I find cool is “So Darliza” odd and at the same time, very, very pleasant . Is there really such a thing as “Very Darliza”? I do not even know my place in the world or what I really like or what I really want or how I wanna look so it’s surprising to me that some people associate me with a certain look, a certain approach or a certain feel.

It’s like trademark, one which I have (apparently) subconsciously cultivated over the years. Okay.

High Fidelity

On a slightly related note, let me talk to you about tastes. Tastes matter and I mostly judge people (inaccurately, sometimes) based on the things they like. I find people who have good tastes and/or have tastes like mine to be more attractive than those who veer too far away from the things I enjoy doing. People who read, who like good movies, who listen to music  and who like science and technology are infinitely more interesting to me compared to those  who listen to mostly Lady Gaga and only watch no-brainer, blockbuster movies.

Funnily enough, I have a lot of friends that I have been friends for years and I don’t really share the same interests with. They like sports and enjoy pop songs and (I’m presuming) do not even know a lot of bands that I like. But don’t get me wrong, they are great people and I love them to death and I’m lucky to have met them on different circumstances.

However, if you are an acquaintance and I find out that you paid at least $3 to watch a really lame movie such as Twilight Eclipse on its opening weekend then ended up really liking it, we don’t have much chance of being friends. I would understand watching the first movie (I saw it in the theaters too. It’s a dark secret I keep.), but I was too horrified about how everything about it sucked to even talk about how I paid to watch it. It was so bad.

I know that all this talk is lengthy and choppy and reeks too much of superiority complex but this really isn’t a post about that. I’m just being honest. I know that in tastes and preferences, there should be no debate but you can’t really expect to be friends with someone who hates the things you like.