I find the idea of 'favourites' very conflicting because I don’t like excluding things. Everything is useful and perfect in its own way...and yet, I can’t help but have quite a lot of favourites.
I have 3 favourite stones. Funny enough, all of them were gifted to me by men. I wonder if that means something?
When it comes to favourite movies, books, or songs, I get really nervous. I kind of hate when people ask me that question—not because I don’t have it, but because I can never come up with an answer right away. And then I start thinking: how can you even have 'favourites' in such a broad range of things? These are the kinds of things that shift depending on the stage of life I’m in, you know? A song that feels 'deeply meaningful' now might not resonate in the same way a year from now.
It’s different with objects, though (even though a book is technically an object, but not the story inside it). Objects feel more personal, like you can form a deeper connection with something tangible and constant than with a movie or a song. I don’t know ... it’s hard to explain.
I have a favourite mug, water glass, and soup bowl.... and I enjoy my meals so much more when I use one of these ... is that weird? Maybe it’s because these objects are extensions of ourselves, and they need to work well and fit perfectly to help create the best life experience?
After reading this again the overall conclusion might be that I’m slightly autistic....
By the way, these are my favourite kitchen utensils:
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| Favourite spoons |
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| Favourite chopsticks |
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| Favourite forks |
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| Favourite knife |
