Aesthosises-thoh-sis

n. The state of feeling trapped inside your own subjective tastes--not knowing why you find certain things beautiful or ugly, only that you do--wishing you could remove the sociopsychological lenses from your eyes so you could see the beauty in anything and be moved to tears by the smell of burning garbage, the aria of a screaming toddler, or a neon Elvis painted on black velvet.