Have you ever noticed just how much we consider what we like? And don’t like? Really, we talk about it all the time. And if social media proves my assertion, I venture the “like” option on Facebook is the most frequented mouse click on the Internet.
We badger others, too: “I made this soup for the first time. Do you like it?” or “I really like your sweater … I like your hair that way … Do you like my new car? … How do you like that book? … I really do not like to cook.”
I’ve probably opined about this issue before, but the question struck me again recently: Does it really matter if I like or dislike any given person, project or thing? Sometimes, I suppose it does, but most times? Nope.
The fact that I do not like washing dishes changes nothing: Whether or not I like them, the crusty cups, saucers and pancake flippers remain towering on the counter, jeering “You have to wash me.” If a co-worker dislikes me, what does it mean? Nothing usually. Just means I have to work with someone who dislikes me, as unpleasant as he or she, I mean that situation, might be.
Now, I happen to like laundry. Sorting, washing and folding dirty clothes, transforming them from frumpy to fresh, meets some deep-rooted need I have to take care of people.
Others — heaven knows why — like dishes but dislike laundry.
And that’s one point, isn’t it? In this big-old world are some 6 billion people with some 6 billion set of preferences. Imagine what a mess it would be, then, if we each only did what we “liked” to do. Frightening thought.
Yet I see us, society I guess you’d say, moving that way. We seem to be buying into the fallacy that I don’t have to do it if I don’t like it or, conversely, that if I like it, it’s OK to do.