My brother in law has been part of the family for such a long time, that I can’t actually remember a time not knowing him. During one of our routine Saturday discussions, we both acknowledged the fact that I’ve known him for more than half my life.
We aren’t sure which of us is saddened the most by that fact. Knowing someone for more than half your life automatically skyrockets you to the upper echelons of someone’s inner circle. That is, of course, unless you have an arch nemesis that you’ve known for about the same length of time. I suppose being someone’s arch-anything requires a significant time investment whether it’s for better or for worse.
At any rate, my brother in law is an avid home cook. The man has an arsenal of every culinary gizmo this side of the twentieth century. And, while he does experiment with dishes, he sometimes sticks to the good ol’ standby: pizza.
While putting the finishing touches on his homemade pie, he issued a scathing indictment against Papa Gino’s pizza. My assessment of the situation is that you don’t have to be good to be wanted.
I think of quality as a range, not if something is just good or bad. In the spectrum ranging from infinitesimally shitty to the absurdly opulent, there’s enough room for everyone to decide their own preferences.
I’ll give you one example. Some people prefer McDonald’s chicken nuggets to Burger King’s. In the grand scheme of things, both of these amount to pretty crappy fare. But yet, they somehow coexist in the same culinary spectrum.
Now, to my knowledge, no one has taken the humble nugget and tried to elevate it to something more prestigious. By all accounts, it doesn’t seem like any Michelin stars were ever awarded for chicken nuggets. So there we have it: crappy options “both alike in dignity“.
Also, it’s worth mentioning that my theory doesn’t only apply to food. It applies to a whole host of life decisions. Ever see someone dating the obviously bad prospect that makes questionable choices and is a swirling vortex of irresponsibility and negligence?
Yep. You don’t have to be good to be wanted.