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?