To live under the lie of a guilty pleasure does not at all appeal to me. Instead, I try to allow all of my pleasures to be pure and honest. BUT, many of my guilty pleasures revert back to my childhood or appeal to my emotional side. First off, after a bad day or just because, I will purchase a copy of "Betty and Veronica" from the supermarket. Somehow, the gang from Riverdale helps me to relax and obsess over menial questions. Will Archie choose Betty or Veronica? How does Jughead eat SO much, yet still remain gangly and skinny? I do not have to worry about issues at work, what paper I must write or homework that needs to be completed. Instead I can travel to the perfect little town and view the events that always have a happy ending.
Second, I pride myself on being somewhat of a snob when it comes to movies. The latest indie movie: seen it, read the critics' reviews, and working on memorizing it. Foreign movie: the ability to quote it, as well as depict the landscape and critique the symbolism. The latest movies created by 2 of the creators of "Scary Movie" or the producers of "40 year Old Virgin": No Thank You! People know me by my tastes. After all, John Cusack says it best in "High Fidelity": "It is not what you are like, it is what you like." Although, lately I have been experiencing such emotional turbulence that I have reverted the the movie critic's worst films: chick flicks. I will not let anyone know that I have been on a Brittany Murphy kick lately, in which I obsess over her transformation from homely girl to the hottie. I am ashamed to say that I now enjoy "The Notebook."
Perhaps the ideas of having guilty pleasures should make me feel ashamed. In fact, it does the exact opposite. Knowing that I have things that only I enjoy lead to a feeling of immense humanity. It is these things, that make me feel infinite in emotion and allow me to continue with life.
guilty
indifferent
mellow
creative
drained
hopeful
exhausted
refreshed
accomplished
stressed
hot
melancholy
optimistic
tired
excited
happy
weird
okay
quixotic