Open Letter (To Myself)

Dear Allison,
 Won't you
 Hold on to your virtues
 But not get caught up in your head
 Did you know that it's okay
 For people to like different things
 What will it matter when you're dead
 That you like what you do
 When people ask "who's got the best taste"
 You say you
 It's time to put that to rest
 Don't forget the subjectivity of best
 You can have a friend
 Who likes watching Friends
 Without thinking they're a bad person
 I know that you're leery
 Of people who watch Big Bang Theory
 Cause you think there's no show worse than that
 But you can't change what people like
 If your mom likes Glee
 Don't put up a fight
 You can be opinionated
 Without making your friends feel
 So alienated
 Just stop telling them that they're wrong
 For listening to their favorite song
 If they don't know what In Bruges is
 Or prefer the three stooges
 To Chico Harpo and Groucho Marx
 If they don't like Django Reinhardt
 Or Demetri Martin's pie charts
 Try and spare them your
 Snide remarks
 You can like the girls
 Who don't like Dunham's Girls
 Without calling them all morons
 Some friends don't like RPGS
 Or the get the reference "covered in bees"
 Some people will never ever ever
 See Red Dawn
 But you can't change what people like
 If your mom likes Two and a Half Men
 Try and be polite
 You can be opinionated
 Without making your friend feel
 So alienated
 Just stop telling that they're wrong
 For still listening to that god awful song
 Your friends shouldn't be berated for calling the Beatles overrated
 No matter how much you disagree
 But if you put on Seinfeld
 And they don't laugh
 Say something hurtful
 And never take it back.
 Sincerely,
 Me