When I was little, my grandma let me drink the last bit of coffee from her mug. I didn't like it, but I associated it with something special. I wanted to like it, so years later, when I was old enough to dictate my own beverage choices, I frequently drank coffee. It took a long time before I actually enjoyed it, but I kept drinking it until I did. Now I love it.
A couple years ago, Chacos were popular sandals for the outdoorsy, hipster type. I thought they were hideous. The two of my friends got them, and they loved them super a lot. I decked to love them too, so I bought a pair and wore them every day in Senegal. Now they're my favorite.
Many people on the interwebs who like the things that I like mention Dr. Who as something awesome. Laura, my new friend at work, loves it. She leant me the first season (of the new series), and I've watched the first two episodes. My word, the camp! It is so cheesy, and the special effects are not so special. I wouldn't give it the time of day were it not for the fact that I really want to like it. And I have no doubt that I will.
Is this ability to force myself into liking things a valuable skill or a form of self-deception? I rather think it's of the good. Without it, I wouldn't start my day with a warm cup of French-pressed coffee goodness.
I don't think you force yourself into liking things, I think that you as willing to give these things a chance without dismissing them out of hand. This is a great asset! There are too many folk who blow things off just because they are unfamiliar with them. Open minds are great!
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