Vices We Love: Defending guilty pleasures
Dear Vices,
Slowly and surely, you slipped into my life—that bar
of chocolate at midnight that plate of pani puri, those outfits I didn’t need, and those
occasional nights of binge-watching Downton Abbey. That sugar rush gives me
comfort, joy, and escape from a world that can be hard as nails, and despite what
society says, I will continue to seek you out.
There are times when engaging in a vice can feel like
an act of rebellion against the pressures of life. “I deserve this” or “to
hell with diet.” That fleeting sense of freedom feels so good.
Clean living, discipline, minimalism and perseverance are
being rammed down my throat, and anything out of the arena is deemed evil or
detrimental to my health. You remind me
that I’m not a robot; I’m human, and it’s okay to eat something without counting
its health benefits or watch a show just because it’s silly and funny.
When I’m hurt, disappointed or feel rejected, it is
you who offers me comfort. I know I shouldn’t make you a habit and must learn
to deal with situations, but sometimes you come to the rescue more effectively than
a mantra recited by some guru.
If you help me cope, I feel no regret
or guilt, and I don’t feel the need to replace you with something else without
punishing myself; I can continue to seek your company. I just need to remember
that moderation is the key, and I cannot lose control.
In a
world that demands improvement, resilience, and perfection, you allow me to goof around, to
be myself, to be human.
Thank you.
Marietta.
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