What’s your mantra? Self-help lingo aside, everyone seems to have a more or less conscious affirmation that gets them out of bed every morning, through stressful situations at their workplace and out that monthly/seasonal/yearly funk.
[You know that state when you’re perfectly aware that life can be marvellous and full of possibilities but they feel out of reach. Or reaching them would require a) getting out of your pyjamas and into proper clothes, b) realising that there is no better time than now, and c) deciding what it is you want and going after it at full speed.]
Imitation is the ultimate flattery, they say. In an attempt to imitate my brother’s approach to the things he loves, I decided to start embracing my guilty pleasures.In case you haven’t read my previous post on all the things I’ve learned from my somewhat younger but somehow wiser brother D, he is the kind of person that has the admirable quality of being shamelessly affectionate towards certain things (or people) without caring about other people’s opinions. So that’s what I aspire to do, embrace my guilty pleasures and share them openly; shifting them to the category ‘Things I Wholeheartedly Love (and That Make My Eyes Sparkle with Joy When I Talk About Them).
When I say guilty pleasures, I refer mainly to cultural artefacts of questionable quality. In a world where the world cool will one day become acceptable even for resumes and LinkedIn profiles, one has to watch/read/visit/listen/be informed about the right things so as to classify as cool. And this is, more or less, how the idea of guilty pleasures began. The term sums up all the things we enjoy but only in private so as not to be judged for our tastes.
I’m currently reading Jane Austen’s Emma and yesterday I stumbled upon the following excerpt: