Guilt…What A Pleasure

Deep down, I think that most of us are a bit loco?  We don’t say what we mean or mean what we say.  I mean like:

  • I really have to start going back to the gym —  but many of us do no more than talk about it
  • I shouldn’t eat that last cookie —                 yet the cookie trail leads to your room 2 o’clock in the morning.
  • My cable/phone/etc is due —                     but I gotta have them shoes.
  • If she think she getting more money out of me, she trippin’ —        MAN that girl know how to put it on a brother; just take what you want girl, my wallet’s on the table.

Excuses, excuses we make for the thing we should not do/have/say, yet indulge in just the same.  This brings me to the thought shared   –  http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/no-apologies/

What’s the one guilty pleasure you have that’s so good, you no longer feel guilty about it?

Usually when I hear or read a thing, I flip it around to gather all sides of it.  The thing that stood out to me is the fact that one can’t feel that bad about something still considered to be pleasurable.  So there are no apologies. Another thought is that guilt itself has become the pleasure.

So let’s go back a bit and define what a Guilty Pleasure is – something, such as a movie, television program, or piece of music, that one enjoys despite feeling that it is not generally held in high regard.

If we were completely honest with ourselves, we would stop promising to not do and just not do.  Guilty is a word used for a person doing wrong.  To attach the word ‘Pleasure’ to that is to say that one enjoys doing wrong.  When I sat with that tub of vanilla cake frosting, like others do with their jar of peanut butter, I was enjoying it, every spoonful – 4 times/dy everyday until it was finished.  Not only so, but eating a whole thing of Keebler’s fudge sticks is not my fault; the light wafer covered in milk chocolate go down easy.

We should just call it like it is, My Pleasure.  If we felt guilty, we wouldn’t go back to it.  We do though because there’s more pleasure in it then there is regret. Sleeping late is more enjoyable than jumping up early in the morning.  Tell the truth.  Letting out a fart in public, yet quietly, it’s rewarding.  That’s just me – unless I get caught.

 

 

 

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