It Just Doesn’t Get Any Better Than This

The other day, my husband and I got an ice cream cone from Baskin Robbins. I can’t remember the last time I’ve been there. I ordered a scoop of praline pecan in a waffle cone, and he ordered a scoop of pistachio in a plain cone. As we were each savoring our cones, almost at the same time, we both said something to the effect of, “It just doesn’t get any better than this.” We sampled the other’s, and we both thought the other’s was good… but we still liked the ones we each ordered better.

I think about how that some people — for whatever reason (perhaps insecurity?) — just can’t let people have their own likes and dislikes. Maybe they do for simple things like ice cream (although I’ve known some people who would nearly berate a person for liking or disliking certain things), but they can’t for other things. We’re not talking about differences in morality — just differences in personality and preference. And birth.

Click here for a fascinating post and ensuing comments along these lines of personal preferences about UC, home birth, and hospital birth.

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