One day, long, long ago, before he knew better, my husband asked me to list a few of my favorite things. Favorite movie, favorite song, favorite book. As a massive collector who probably ranked all his underwear from best to worst (I’m speculating here), my husband was horrified to discover that I don’t really have favorite things. I love the Beatles. I adore A Tree Grows In Brooklyn and Ramona (the late 1880s novel by Helen Hunt Jackson, just to clarify). I could watch and rewatch and rewatch Zoolander and When Harry Met Sally. But are these my favorite things of all time? I couldn’t say. I can’t commit to them – there are too many amazing things in the world for me to have favorites.
This permeates my life in many ways, both big and small. If you’re a regular reader (or if you are a new reader and immediately scoured the Whiny archives when you decided to follow), you’ll know that I am essentially useless at nailing down a real, solid career path, because I am fascinated by lots of things, including (but not limited to): writing, editing, digging up and analyzing dead people, and teaching five year old children. That’s a big way in which my lack of ULTIMATE FAVORITE THINGS impacts my life.
A small way I’m affected is that I don’t have tons of expensive things to my name. I don’t feel compelled to trade Disney pins or buy first edition books or collect antique furniture. I’m not particularly fulfilled by objects (cue disgusting sex joke made by all the gross people I know) and I tend to use my money for experiences – things like movies in theaters or day trips or delicious meals. This is (one of) the reason(s) I drive a 2006 Toyota that my dad and brother drove first, and why paying $400 for a hideous Louis Vuitton wallet strikes me as borderline insane. (The other reason is: money. Obviously.) I just simply cannot be asked to care about “luxury items.”
Which leads me to the point of this post: I just bought a brand new, shiny, beautiful 13-inch MacBook Air and I am in love with it. I saved up for approximately one century and had enough cash to buy it outright and also be able to afford to eat real food for the rest of the month. One point: me! I’ve needed a new computer for much longer than I am even willing to admit in this public forum (hint: about 24 months). I am unapologetic about my purchase because I really need it.
However, I’m most excited about it for one reason only: I bought it because I wanted it. I wanted it and I worked for it and I got it and I love it.
And now, for just this afternoon, I understand favorites.