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A Matter of Taste
Emma had a particular liking for quiet, relaxing music. It was her escape from the noise of the world, a soothing balm after long days at work. On weekends, she would sit by her window with a cup of tea, letting the soft melodies wash over her. Her best friend, Jake, on the other hand, had an intense dislike of anything slow and calming. He preferred rock music played at full volume, a habit that often led to friendly debates between them.
“You need some energy in your life, Emma,” Jake said one evening, blasting his latest playlist.
Emma winced. “And you need to appreciate peace and quiet,” she shot back.
Despite their musical differences, they shared a great love of nature. Hiking was their common ground, their way of escaping the city. Every Sunday, they would venture into the hills, breathing in the crisp air and enjoying the scenery. Emma found sheer enjoyment in listening to birdsong, while Jake took great enjoyment in challenging himself with steep climbs.
One weekend, they planned a hiking trip with a group of friends. Among them was Olivia, a new acquaintance. Emma took an instant dislike to her. She wasn’t sure why—perhaps it was Olivia’s overly confident attitude or the way she interrupted others. Meanwhile, Jake seemed to enjoy Olivia’s company, laughing at her jokes and engaging in deep conversations. Emma tried to ignore her feelings, but they lingered.
During the hike, Olivia mentioned her deep hatred of politicians, especially corrupt ones. Emma nodded in agreement, but her thoughts drifted elsewhere. She had always had the greatest regard for honesty and integrity, and she wondered if she was being unfair to Olivia.
As they reached the peak, Jake stretched his arms and grinned. “This is what I live for! What a huge pleasure it is to be up here.”
Emma had to admit, he was right. Despite everything, she couldn’t deny the joy of being surrounded by nature.
That evening, they sat around a campfire, sharing stories. When the topic of work came up, Olivia sighed. “I have a huge aversion to hard work of any kind. If I could, I’d just travel the world without responsibilities.”
Emma raised an eyebrow. She had always had a strong preference for dedication and effort. Maybe that was what had bothered her about Olivia all along.
On the way back, Emma found herself walking beside Olivia. She hesitated, then said, “I guess I judged you too quickly. Maybe we just have different views on things.”
Olivia smiled. “Hey, we all do. That’s what makes life interesting.”
Emma nodded. Maybe, just maybe, she could learn to accept their differences. After all, friendships weren’t about liking the same things, but about understanding each other despite them.
And with that thought, she put on her headphones—playing soft, calming music—as Jake walked ahead, air-drumming to his loud rock tunes.