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I am not moving into my house today on account of the contractor messed up and part of the electrical was not done by the time the inspection happened, so now the real final inspection won't happen until tomorrow. Which has pushed back the installation of internet and tv to Saturday morning. So, Saturday! Which on the scale of delays is not bad at all so I'm not too fussed about it. HOUSE!
Anyway, I've been thinking more about the matter of good taste vs. bad, subsequent to my freakout about picking out my own furniture. And what I figured out is that I'm not actually upset or freaked out at the idea of having bad taste, or liking something that is generally considered tacky/ugly/dumb. Heck no, I proudly enjoy all sorts of shit that supposedly has no redeeming value.
What does freak me out, and can stop me cold from discussing what I like or don't like about a tv show or music or art or furniture or whatever. About making decisions based on what I like...it's that I won't know that whatever is actually in bad taste, and fuck you I like it anyway. If that makes any sense at all? Like, if I like something completely without irony or awareness and I say so, my reaction to people going 'WTF, that sucks/is ugly/stupid' or whatever is going to be to doubt my own taste, and to feel really idiotic for ever liking it in the first place. Which is different to me liking something and being aware that it's considered the above for whatever reason, in which case my response is a much more chill 'whatever, but I like it' and not feel judgement about it.
Shorter version, I'm not scared of having bad taste...I'm scared of not knowing I do.
Anyway, I've been thinking more about the matter of good taste vs. bad, subsequent to my freakout about picking out my own furniture. And what I figured out is that I'm not actually upset or freaked out at the idea of having bad taste, or liking something that is generally considered tacky/ugly/dumb. Heck no, I proudly enjoy all sorts of shit that supposedly has no redeeming value.
What does freak me out, and can stop me cold from discussing what I like or don't like about a tv show or music or art or furniture or whatever. About making decisions based on what I like...it's that I won't know that whatever is actually in bad taste, and fuck you I like it anyway. If that makes any sense at all? Like, if I like something completely without irony or awareness and I say so, my reaction to people going 'WTF, that sucks/is ugly/stupid' or whatever is going to be to doubt my own taste, and to feel really idiotic for ever liking it in the first place. Which is different to me liking something and being aware that it's considered the above for whatever reason, in which case my response is a much more chill 'whatever, but I like it' and not feel judgement about it.
Shorter version, I'm not scared of having bad taste...I'm scared of not knowing I do.
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I can empathize with your fears about your own taste. There will always be those who judge and ridicule and attack anyone whose taste differs from theirs. But, honestly, I'd rather own my shit and be who I am than conform to anyone else's opinions or expectations.
P.S. I'm sorry if anything I said in your other post upset you.
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