What Do You Like? Really.

I was browsing through my friends' Facebook profiles today and saw expressions of individuality splashed all over the pages. You can see who likes cats, dogs, vampires, movies, alcoholic drinks, and forwarding posts. You can figure out what kinds of books a person likes, and whether or not he plays games, and if she's a fan of Gossip Girl.

So I reviewed my own profile and tried to figure out what Jennee liked, objectively, just by looking at my profile page. And I noticed that a lot of the things I'm supposed to like (it's in my page after all), I may not like as much anymore.

Let me just focus on one thing to illustrate: I have Flixster on my Facebook. I fancy myself a movie buff. The problem is, I'm now wondering whether it's still accurate to describe myself as interested in movies.

The last movie I saw was ages ago, and for some reason, I haven't had the interest in going out to watch movies lately even if I do have the time. I have a cool widescreen TV at home that I hardly turn on except to watch DVDs (of TV shows, not even movies) or to play games. I'm really more of a radio/music person (which is kind of odd because I don't have an application on my Facebook for this, now that I think of it. Huh.)

I USED to be a movie buff. I watched at least one movie a week, sometimes several. My friend (ok, my ex, who's now my friend) seemed kinda surprised at the amount of movies I HAVEN'T watched when we touched on the topic, since he knew me as one.

I watched art films; I liked old movies; heck, I was one of those who can quote dialogue back at ya. I don't remember when I stopped being one. It doesn't mean I don't still enjoy movies, but I don't think I can call myself a movie buff anymore.

I think maybe I have to think about what I like -- and I mean REALLY think about it. I've been so used to thinking of myself in certain ways, labeling myself certain names, I haven't noticed I actually outgrew certain things.

Or maybe...it's just because I haven't had time for those things I used to like, hence I had forgotten the enjoyment I experienced. Maybe I should just go back to making time for them once more and get back into the groove, so to speak. There must have been a reason why I liked what I liked, right?