A weird series of events tends to occur, pretty much every time I’m asked what my favorite “blank” is. Without fail, whether we’re talking…

A weird series of events tends to occur, pretty much every time I’m asked what my favorite “blank” is. Without fail, whether we’re talking about movies, foods, television shows, even things as basic as my favorite color. What happens is that I freeze up, stutter, and generally fail to perform the simplest conversational maneuvers. I don’t know what exactly causes this, but I think it has to do with the implications that my favorite anything has. Will I be judged harshly if I admit my favorite vegetable is the lowly cucumber? Am I going to regret admitting to loving Top Chef? I don’t think I’m alone in my reluctance in answering these sorts of questions, because it seems most people stall or over think their answers. Most of us stammer-ers are worried about the aftershocks of saying something not deemed worthy of favoritism, when our answers probably aren’t going to be remembered at all. So, I admit it, my favorite soda is Fresca. – Will

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