As my phone rang tonight, I found myself saying those nasty four little words, “ I really 
shouldn’t, but…”
You see, I have a vintage pink rotary phone that’s cord only reaches
the fake fur rug on the floor next to it. To speak on the phone, I
have to lie on the rug. It’s decadent in The Valley of the Dolls kind
of way. I knew it was my best girlfriend calling and with all the work
I had to do, I really shouldn’t have, but… I indulged in one of my
favorite guilty pleasures and talked to my friend, on the rug (meaning,
no multitasking) for two hours!
Afterwards, I didn’t care how behind I was on my spreadsheets I was
supposed to have prepared for tomorrow. “So what” I said to myself, I
can stay up late, or get up early, or, even *gasp* not finish them.
Indulging in my guilty pleasure made me feel so bad, I felt good.
We all have guilty pleasures – some that would embarrass us to admit
– but should we feel compunction about them? If watching trashy TV
shows, eating at fast food restaurants or googling your ex can bring us
so much pleasure, then why should it create remorse?
Isn’t it tiring trying to be perfect and to always do the right
thing? Isn’t there something to be said for the occasional dash of
depravity? There is! Not everything we do needs to be productive, lead
to a cleaner house or the betterment of humanity. In actually, doing
something for the sheer amusement of it is reason enough.
So, go ahead,
eat a gram or two of saturated fat, crank up that cheesy love ballad on
your car radio and splurge on something ridiculously expensive. And
remember, sometimes, tabletops are for dancing.