by, 02-Jan-2015 at 05:46 (880 Views)
My kids ask me all the time, "Daddy, what's your favorite _________?"
It's one of my least favorite kinds of questions. Why? Because, simply put, I don't ever think about favorites. I could name a million things that I like very much, but which ones are my favorites? I don't know. Should I? Why do I need favorites? Isn't it enough to know that I like a thing? Why do I need to pause and compare it to every other thing of its type that I've ever experienced and decide whether or not it's my favorite, and then file that information away in case somebody asks for it? I don't. I won't. I REBEL AGAINST FAVORITES!
I've been asked so many times in my life, "What's your favorite color?" Truly, I don't have one. At some point, when I was very little, I answered "green," and so I just stuck with that. Everybody thinks my favorite color is green. Whatever. At least I'm consistent.
Rant, rant, rant.
Why am I feeling angry? It's because I just connected to the App Store on my Mac for the very first time, and was forced to choose not one, not two, but three security questions for my account. The old standbys like "What was your mother's maiden name?" weren't there. Instead, I got to choose from things like "What was your favorite band in high school?" Really? What a dumb question! First off, that was a long time ago. Second off, high school was several years long. I suspect most high school students who have favorite bands go through several of them over the years. Finally, I didn't have a favorite band. Ever. I recorded stuff off the radio, made mix tapes, and listened to ... well ... a lot of random stuff. And I liked it. "Random stuff" was my favorite, I guess.
(Ok, I'm not really being fair to myself. There were themes to those tapes, but I didn't ever dwell on which artists were my favorites.)
And the rest of the question choices weren't any better. So! I just made shit up. And because I had to make shit up, I also had to write shit down in case I'm ever asked again. Security, eh? (And by the way, "shit" was one of my answers, in case anybody wants to try stealing my identity.)
Now where'd I put that glass of my favorite Scotch...
Happy New Year, by the way.
PS: My wife asked me what I was getting frustrated about, and when I told her, she said she'd gone through the same thing while setting up an iPad a few days ago, and had simply put "abc123" for all of her answers. She couldn't find any questions that worked for her either. At least I married the right girl. That makes me feel better.