Are you seven?

"what is your favorite book of all time" and questions like that seem asinine to me. It is up there with what's your favorite color, or really any "favorite" questions. Do you think I have, as an adult, ranked the colors in order of my preference and then discriminate between them? Because that is how it seems to me. Because there is, of course, only a narrow band of merit and it is so easy to make a distinction between things as my all time favorite. Surely if I was stranded on a desert island there is a favorite food I could pick to eat for the rest of my life, just like I would love it if everything was the same color. Books too are very superficial things that are easily categorized and have no complexity so they are so very "good or bad"in their nature. Then of course when I bowed out of answering the question your answer is "Winnie the Pooh." Please, am I crazy in thinking that we are supposed to enjoy the rich tapestry of life, the differences and the blending of things? That we are supposed to grow and become more complicated in our tastes and not rank things in a linear best to worst hierarchy. Right? Really, I do not have a favorite number, favorite color, favorite Beatle or really a favorite anything. Would you like to know why? Because (despite my complaint of you) i enjoy many things and aspects of things. I can see merit in many things and I do not need to look at the world through the eyes of a child when I am no a child. PS, a lot of the families that come in here suck.

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