I wish that I was conventional and had common interests with everyone else. If I were normal, I'd be excited over things like travel, sports, artsy stuff, Harry Potter, reality TV, and the zoo. Instead, I have unusual tastes in everything. Take my embarrassing taste in music, for example. I like songs that I can sing along to; it's just a coincidence that these songs are from artists like Hilary Duff and The Veronicas. Why can't I be cool and be a die-hard fan of Coldplay or some other deep band?
I'm also very uncultured. I feel nothing in museums and art galleries when tricked into visiting them. I am bored to tears, my eyes water up and blind me to the apparently beautiful works of some famous dead person. When I was younger, I pretended to like art so that people would think I was interesting. I also faked a fascination with fantasy novels so that I could share in my friends' excitement whenever the next million-paged book was about to be released. The truth was, I liked my Babysitters' Club books. I read the first three pages of the Harry Potter books in hopes of understanding why my friends acted like adolescent girls at a boy band concert, but to no avail.
After falling asleep during the first Lord of the Rings movie, I had to face reality. I was not a fan of fantasy movies or books. When crawling through a fantasy book, I grasped no knowledge whatsoever about any of the events that had taken place within the magical world of these epics. I got tired of consulting my dictionary after every page, so I stopped. I felt that maybe I had wasted time pretending, trying to inject myself with artificial joy about something that I didn't care about. Eventually, I told people that I wasn't into fantasy chronicles and they accepted me for who I was, once they were done judging me. I was glad to announce to the world, "Harry Potter is boring." I wonder if this is the same relieved and happy sensation that people experience when they quit going to the gym.