Ahh, nothing better soothes the soul than a photo of a creepy blonde–jk, this white room does!

via various blogs

These two photos are different in many ways, and I like them both equally. I often wonder how we can be so attracted to things polar opposite from each other, but we just are. 

What is it that catches someone's attention? What is it that draws each of us to things we're drawn to? 

I know it's a matter of taste, but where does that taste value originate? How do we grow to like the things we like? I know it has to do with a part of our childhood and exposure to different things at different moments of our lives, but it's just interesting how we all eventually form an interest to things and why we like the things we like–or don't like.

For example, I hated sour cream when I was little. Now, I love it. Same with mustard.

I loved bugs of all kinds–created mini houses for them, rolled slugs in between my fingers because their bodies were so irresistibly soft and squishy, and even put june bugs in my lunch pail to take home only to find out they died from heat and lack of air–now, I can not stand them.