Guilty Pleasures

This world is little mad, and a little tricky. And it has all the potential to drive you a little mad as well. There are certain dos and don’ts of society that need to be followed and certain ways in which to behave. There are certain acceptable like and dislikes, and everyone is supposed to follow these unwritten rules. But everybody, no matter which field they’re from and what social strata they belong to, has a guilty pleasure. Something about them, that nobody knows. By guilty pleasure, I mean something that one enjoys doing and considers pleasurable despite feeling guilt for enjoying it. And by guilt, I mean simply the fear of others discovering one’s apparent embarrassing tastes, rather than actual moral guilt. Rightly so too, because everyone should have a guilty pleasure that no one else is aware of. Guilty pleasures come in a variety of forms. It could be a need to hoard things and never throw them away; it could be buying that ridiculously expensive piece of clothing. It could be a Starbucks caramel macchiato, or a long bubbly bath. It could be the music of the boy band that everyone makes fun of; it could be the daily soap that makes sense to noone but you.

Guilty pleasures are alright; in fact sometimes they’re necessary. If we spend all our time doing the things that are acceptable, we’ll never be truly happy. Guilty pleasures are our well guarded secrets, and our way of standing up to the rules of this mad world.

“I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles, it’s a very very
Mad world, mad world.”

- Gary Jules