So today, as I was overindulging on Danish butter cookies, I was thinking about the idea of why we like things that arn't really even that good. Let me quickly interject that I have nothing against butter cookies and actually quite enjoy them with a cup of strong black coffee.
Actually, their flavor somehow reminded me of this particular British biscut that I believe I have loyalties to because of my exposure to them as a child. I had the biscut in question again when I was over in London and they are not very tasty at all, actually quite bland, but the distinctive taste brought a sort of comfort or something from childhood that somehow made them desirable.
So this is pretty much jibberish but I just thought it was interesting how we (I at least) enjoy things for reasons other than pure aesthetic qualities.
Question the old music that you listen to......
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