If you don't like something. An activity, say. If you don't like it at all. You hate it with a passion. Pick something. Anything. You hate it. But you have a friend who loves it so much. This friend cannot stop talking about it because of how much this friend loves it. It is a perfectly harmless activity. Painting, say. You hate painting, but your best friend loves it. After a while, you get to know about painting. This friend will tell you everything from famous painters to techniques to ideas that this friend wants to use. Soon, you will begin to notice things. Say you are in an art museum. You will recognize a specific technique that an artist you have actually heard of and say, "wouldn't it be cool if they had used this technique for this area to make a ____ kind of look?"
You will second guess yourself.
You will start to like painting.
You will hate yourself for liking it. "Wait! I wasn't supposed to like this! I've never liked it!" Who knows why you disliked it in the first place. Maybe you had an awful art teacher that picked favorites and you weren't one. Maybe your older sister was a painter. Who knows. But you have a friend who loves it, and now that you can participate in the conversation, you will start to like it. Maybe even love it. Or at least love listening to it. Maybe it is easy to enjoy listening to a friend be excited about something. That is always fun. But when you can come to terms with a former foe of an activity, something good has happened.
