Will that be on Wheat or White?

Am I really back? Wow, there may be hope for me yet. In all honesty, I have no clue how many days this draft has been open. Between my now complete bingeing of Wentworth, facing the one-size-fits-all strategists of Hearthstone and my job, I've revisited this draft often, somewhat disappointed it's taken a week. Topics will hit me and I'll jot down [read: type up] concepts, scenes and dialog, almost believing I have the mettle to write a book, so blogging is an exercise in completion.

So, last time I told you I'd talk about my user photo. Yeah, I know it's weird. It is the long-dead ghost of a French general over to the right side, ignoring what's just below for now. (Unless you're on the mobile site, in which case my attempt at wit is fucked.) Perturbatory as it is, the image is emblematic of the concept albums written by a symphonic black metal band from the Netherlands. I find taste to be a peculiar thing; the musically narrative work of Carach Angren resonates with me in much the same way as horror movie narratives. And I have no clue why, other than, "it just does." I could talk about convincing plots and complex character design, but those attributes aren't genre specific.

Horror in video games, on the other hand, is harder for me to digest. I'm no longer able to hide behind vicarious third-person empathy native to film, books and music. I'm no longer capable of distancing myself from a universe's reality. I can't curl up in a ball, peeking and hope for eventual credits. It's fascinating because mechanically speaking, they're probably the easiest games to play, but the amalgamation of environments with conflict gives you a legitimate sense of dread. It's unsettling and I only beat Amnesia: The Dark Descent because I played it simultaneously with a friend using Skype. If that brands me as a coward and a failure, so be it. I'm not sure I want to become the person I'd have to be in order to take those on solo.

I didn't ask to love lasagna. And if that's the case, the color gray, dull and unamused, must have chosen me, right?  Nothing stops us from playing favorites in all of life's categories. I have no control over what appeals to me and neither do you, yet there are so many stigmas and dogmas that try to funnel our interests into dictated norms. So, that's weird. Why are some in society still okay with bashing someone's attraction towards a specific gender, when the satisfactory defense for liking blue is, "just because." Aren't those, in a way, the same? I know attraction is more complicated; all five senses playing key roles in orchestrating such a thoughtless determination, but think about it. The human brain has billions of neurons, deciding all of this for us. There's no way sexual preference is a choice. The Supreme Court did the right thing, but those who were devoutly against homosexuality before aren't changing their minds.

On sexuality in general, it's just dumb to me that we're still pressured to find certain body types of women and men appealing based on unrealistic standards. I know that we all want to find that special someone with beautiful [blonde] hair, a cute smile and that oh so particular bilateral symmetry that really gets heads turning, but I'm hoping we can move past the social pressures and be ourselves. I've had taste on my mind for a while now and managed 589 words this time. Wow, look at me go. 597 now, heyooo! Thank you to everyone who gave their feedback. I'll do my best to continue draining your life away a few minutes at a time. I think we had a great discussion in the comment section last time, but I think we can do better.

Next time, in a few unspecified units of time, I'll have thought about a new topic.