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Guilty Pleasures Are Difficult To Give Up

Guilty pleasures

Laurie doesn’t think she can give up her guilty pleasures.

By Laurie Stone

If character is defined by what we do, I’m in trouble. Yes, I perform some worthwhile, productive services here and there, but so much of my existence is spent on time-wasting drivel. Sometimes I wonder how much better, healthier and smarter I’d be if I gave up a few of the following guilty pleasures:


Between actual friends, virtual friends and all those pages I’ve “liked” — Deepak Chopra, Eckert Tolle, Birds of Connecticut, People Who Love Cats, Cats Who Hate People, New Yorker cartoons — I’m constantly checking in.

The strange thing is I agree with every argument against Facebook. It’s a corporate tool. It’s addictive. It’s deceptively seductive and invasive. It’s mind numbing and stupid and silly and … wait. Eckhart Tolle has a video explaining the true meaning of life?  Must go.  Excuse me.

Tons of Chocolate

guilty pleasures, meals, mother, worrying, hopeful, boys, asleep, pedometerI prefer the super dark organic stuff so that makes it okay.  Right?  But a bar a day? Is that safe? And what is it about this stuff that’s so darn good? I admire people who say they have one square per week although I can’t imagine that monk-like discipline.

I tell myself chocolate contains serotonin, which is mood-altering and makes me feel nice, which can only benefit my family and friends and everyone I meet. So, I’m actually helping humanity by eating chocolate? Hey, I like that.

Bedtime Fare

Most intelligent people have never heard of the Bravo channel, let alone watch reruns of Real Housewives of Beverly Hills. But I can’t help it.

I know. Brain cells wither, I lose IQ points by the second, but my eyelids grow heavy and sleep comes upon me like I just popped an Ambien. Unlike if I watch news or crime shows, which leave me staring at the ceiling.

Too Much “Words with Friends”

I know this game of online Scrabble is a huge time waster. And I’ve been told I get competitive, which is ridiculous.

It’s just there’s something so satisfying about seeing that “You Won!!” sign and feeling pumped and ready to play again and maybe I’ll get that triple word on the triple letter and c’mon baby, bring it home to mama.

Sleeping in on Weekends

Maybe it’s the getting older thing, although I know plenty of people my age who jump out of bed at 6 a.m. on Saturday to go hiking. Don’t get me wrong, my brain has lots of plans, but my body’s comfortable and warm and needs 10 more minutes so I turn over and hit snooze.

I know writers who rise at 5 a.m. each morning, weekends included, and write. If I did that, I’d have 17 novels by now. Why do I give into my lazy side?  Because it feels good?  Is that an acceptable answer?

If I gave up even some of these, I no doubt would be a better person. Maybe I’d have a Pulitzer or Nobel Peace Prize or something else of note to show for my time on this earth.  But would I have as much fun?  That’s the rub. The jury’s still out and probably always will be, alas.

Now if you excuse me, I must return to Facebook. Has anyone seen my chocolate bar?

Laurie Stone writes from the woods of Easton, Conn. Her blog, “Musings, Rants &Scribbles,” shares thoughts on growing up, older and (hopefully) wiser. Follow her on FacebookTwitter, and Pinterest.

2 Responses to “Guilty Pleasures Are Difficult To Give Up”

  1. Diane says:

    Hmmm….these pleasures sound like heaven indeed. I think we both have a problem…

  2. I love me my guilty pleasures. Some guiltier than others!


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