A Thing I Like, And A Thing I Don't IV.

I like, nay, LOVE, girl scout cookies. There are many reasons to love them, the foremost being their exceptional taste and quality. There is nothing quite as satisfying as biting into a cold Thin Mint, maybe the fresh morning air atop Mount Everest is comparable? But even that, does not bring with it the refreshing chocolately surge. Tag-a-longs, with their perfect blend of cookie crunch, chocolate and peanut butter, even as they spread the rows out and remove cookies from the box; I do not feel robbed, only blessed to have eaten them. Samoa's, shortbread, do-si-dos. They're all one of a kind. But its not just their impeccable creation and flavor, oh no, its their rarity. Being unavailable for a large portion of the year turns these cookies into rare delicacies. At the mere mention of it being girl scout cookie time, you keep cash in your wallet just in case there is vested girl outside the grocery store (the only outside-a-grocery-store goods hawking I appreciate). And even after you bought some boxes from her, when you catch wind of your friend's child, or co-worker's niece selling them, you get in on the action. There is no time to waste. They must be stockpiled. And in the end, there is no feeling bad, because it all goes to an excellent cause. They are the perfect thing.

I don't like people who fish for sympathy or praise. (Fishing the "sport" is also something I do not enjoy, in case you were wondering.) Have you ever bumped into someone you haven't seen in a while, and when you ask how they are, they say something like "Today's my birthday!" They are instantly dead to me. Why would you tell me that? What do you expect from me in that situation? The sympathy people are just as bad though. "Well, the doctors found a funny lump in my abdomen." Dude, we're in Alberstsons and I haven't seen you in like 6 months, are we going to do medical history right here in frozen goods? Now, don't get me wrong, its not that I don't want them to be joyful about their birthday, or that I'm not sorry about their lump, but even happy and sick people can be self-centered, attention whores. In fact, those people tend to revel in their illness and mediocre events (such as birthdays) because they know that those things can turn any discussion into one about themselves. Its just like bloggers, they are totally fishing for something in their inane, one-sided, self-serving posts. I can't stand those people.