Freaking Owls

I used to really like owls. Like, I mean the decorative kind, the type you'd find of fabrics and stuff. But now owls are freaking everywhere.

Remember when it was all the rage to put a bird on everything? Well, now that bird is officially the owl, and it is all over the place.

I think I'll go to Target someday and take a picture of all the things that have owls on them, just so I can prove it to all you naysayers (are any of you naysaying? I'm just assuming).

Owls used to be my thing. But now, they are everybody's.

Does that mean I should like them any less? Because they're popular? Do I base my opinions on what to like and not like based on what other people are liking and not liking (and doing the exact opposite)? And isn't that a modality in and of itself?

I avoided reading The Hunger Games for the longest time because Everybody Else liked it. But it turns out that Everybody Else was very right about The Hunger Games, and it was one of the best reading experiences of my life. But I usually can't trust Everybody Else. They generally have horrible taste (take Twilight and 50 Shades of Gray and Kevin James movies, for instance). But sometimes the curiosity gets the better of me and I just have to see what all the fuss is about.

Mostly, I tend to like things that are different (and unique), because I like to be different (and unique). But that seems like a rather poor reason to like (or not like) something, and, as I said before, it has become a modality unto itself.

I need to work on my authenticity and embrace those freaking owls.

Stupid. Freaking. Owls.