I’ve become very aware that my blog might be a guilty pleasure for some. After all, I don't claim to be an authority on literature or a master of writing epic essays. So, because I'm not either of those, you may have a sense of guilt reading my little blog.
Maybe you keep returning and reading it because it makes you smile, you feel a connection, or it might be just entertaining enough to fill up a space of boredom in your day.
What's up with Guilty Pleasures anyway? They usually bring some kind of personal excitement and entertainment that most others wouldn't understand.
It could be something that reminds you of a childhood memory. Possibly it's a feeling of something familiar, safe or sinfully tasty.
So where does the guilt come in? Why feel guilty for something that brings pleasure?