Accounting For Taste

Each person is basically an incomprehensible, impenetrable being where most things are concerned. I know I am. To think that anyone could be understood to any useful degree seems like folly to me. I'll admit that I have my impressions of people that lead me to think sometimes that I know them well enough to predict thoughts, inclinations and future behaviour, or to determine their reasons for doing or saying things after the fact. I'm sensible enough to know that most of that is incorrect, though. I don't place any particular weight on most of that stuff, and don't act on its basis. If more people held that attitude, we just might be a little better off collectively. The primary thing that got me on this track is taste in restaurants.

I've written about the yogurt place my improv class goes to. Now, I'm in no position to chastise others for sticking to one thing exclusively, so I won't be critical of those who steer us to that place over and over again. I do feel I have room to say something about the undue passion and enthusiasm for the place. It's good yogurt, sure. It's affordable by comparison with competing places, but the staff is somewhat insensitive- why grant fealty to a place that opens up all the doors late at night in the winter? I guess not everyone asks that question. Is the place worthy of reverence and blind loyalty? I don't know. It may be so. It isn't from my perspective, but that's just why I say that people are far too complicated and unresponsive to any system of rules to be understood. Restaurants may just be the perfectly emblematic illustration of that.