I’ve always been a per­son who, rather unfor­giv­ing­ly, either loves or hates some­thing. It does­n’t mat­ter what, it can be a movie, a per­son, a hair­cut, any­thing. There is rarely an in-between for me.

All the things I dis­like just make me appre­ci­ate the things I like more. The more I dis­like some­thing, the bet­ter the appre­ci­a­tion.

I once thought that this was a bad qual­i­ty, but now I actu­al­ly pre­fer to be this way. I know so many peo­ple who either enjoy every­thing, or can nev­er be pleased by any­thing. Every time I meet one of these peo­ple and ask for their opin­ion on some­thing, I can nev­er trust it.

It ends up being that I only trust the opin­ions of peo­ple who love and hate like me, Trolley for exam­ple. This may be the only bad part. I hate to think that I may be becom­ing more closed-mind­ed by exclu­sive­ly lis­ten­ing to peo­ple sim­i­lar to me. The only way that I can try to keep an open mind is by under­stand­ing that every­one has their own opin­ions, no mat­ter how much I do or do not respect the per­son them­selves. No one is ever right or wrong.

And it does­n’t even mat­ter if they agree with me.