Though I have things I really geek out about, I almost never talk about them here, mainly because I have very specific, very identifiable taste. The things I love . . . I tell everyone I love them.
I am often teased for being overly enthusiastic, so I have dialed back that part of my personality a bit. Sadly, that unbridled enthusiasm is part of my charm and me without gushing about a great new song or movie or show or dress or whatever is just not me.
Part of my new year’s resolution was to be more open and sharing with the people in my life about the things about which I am passionate — a great book, a fabulous poem, a painting I love, a perfectly crafted pop song, an exquisite scene in an otherwise terrible movie, a spoken word performance that gives me chills. Most of my friends could not care less, so I have chosen to not share that stuff with them anymore, choosing to skip the eyerolling and castigation and just talk sports with them.
With others, like BFD, I can get into the passions and the whys of our passions: why do you love it? what does it say to you? why do you feel as you do when you see, hear, experience it? Whatever “it” is, I love having people in my life with whom I can discuss how we see and react to whatever we have before us.