Kibble For Thought (Anonymous)

The box you force yourself into is much, much smaller than you realize.

Think of your favorite band. 

Geese. 

Super funky, hella crazy, but you discovered them on Spotify smart shuffle on a random Sunday night, and chose to give them a chance. Out came USC early decisions a few weeks later, and you held on dearly to Cobra by Geese to pacify you through the rejection.

Now, think of someone you dislike. 

Kitty.

Your classmate who’s terrible. Just… terrible.

What if instead of Spotify smart shuffle, it was Kitty who introduced you to Geese? Would you still have listened with an open mind, choosing Cobra to comfort you in your sorrow? Or would you have gone out of your way to disagree with her, stomping your foot down on the ‘I hate Geese’ train and refusing to budge?

Trick question, ‘cause I already know the answer.

You would have gone out of your way to disagree with her, had she been your first impression of Geese. It’s not a matter of “if,” but a matter of “how much.”

How many movies and TV shows have you dismissed just ‘cause she’s mentioned she loved them? 

How many opinions have you formed, purely as a reaction against Kitty, her interests, and her personality?

How many hobbies have you pushed yourself away from trying because they reminded you of her?

How much of your identity remains undiscovered because of Kitty?

We’re all flawed, have a little rot in our hearts that wants us to hate everything associated with Kitty. But the world doesn’t revolve around you, nor does it revolve around her. And, one day, you’ll meet someone who you’ll grow to love dearly; they’ll have the very same favorite songs, favorite movies, and favorite hobbies as Kitty, and you’ll realize how much of your identity is a reaction against her.

You’ll feel like a fool for not realizing that someone’s interests don’t define them as a person. You’ll stop caring. You’ll be free.