1. Reality TV.
As much as I’d say that I am morally opposed to reality television, the truth is that I’m nothing but a hypocritical junkie. Its mind-sucking magnificence has me ogling in front of the screen, turning my brain to mush on a
2. Greasy Fair / Carnival Food.
Even as a teenager attending festivals and fairs throughout the summer, I could have cared less about the awards or the rides. I was there for the food. Or should I say, the artery-clogging grease-on-a-stick pretending to be food? Yummo. I still get all nostalgic just thinking about it. From elephant ears and corn dogs, to soft pretzels and carnival fries, it makes me all happy and giggly inside. (Don't make me mention lemon shake-ups and sticky, heavenly cotton candy.)
I really hate to admit this kind of love affair with any kind of food, but there you have it. The regret after such indulgances gets worse as I get older, but the bliss of the moment is something I never can resist. Needlesstosay, I do limit myself on carnivals, festivals, and country fairs. And although I do loveee an amusement park ride, it still comes in second to the glory of a greasy stack of
3. Cheesy 80’s Music.
This one isn't surprising to anyone that really knows me. I am renown for belting out a one-hit wonder after hearing something similar to said song's lyrics. Of course, there are GREAT 80's songs that I love as well but they do not by any means fit into this category. I'm talking CHEESE. "We Built This City", "Oh Sheila", "Ice, Ice, Baby", you name it. I love it.
My husband said that I should title this category, "Air Supply". But I refuse to
4. Flea Markets.
Oh yes. Down and dirty. I love me a good ole junky flea market. I'm not talking your run-of-the-mill yard sale pretending to be a flea market, either. I'm talking about the kind of flea market where you have to walk around things. Where there are piles of old junk on tables and tucked in the corners everywhere. This may actually surprise some people, as I tend to go a little crazy about clutter. But these flea markets are intended to be of such madness--this makes the clutter okay. (It doesn't have to make sense.) I do love collected catastrophes!
My eyes go crazy fluttering around looking for that great bargain that I can turn into something FABULOUS! The junkier the flea market, the better. They are quite hard to find anymore, sad to say. Most flea markets nowadays are just "As Seen on TV" store wannabes and warehouse clothing outlets. The good ones are truly a gem if you can run across one. They even rank above my "hippy stores" (Grrr Corey).
5. The World Wide Web.
I remember the first day I went "online". I was like a total crackhead. I don't think I left the screen for HOURS. I was locked in and immediately addicted. I'm surprised I wasn't called in for an intervention. That lasted for about a week. (You know, the laundry WAS piling up and all.) But going a day without internet access just seems ridiculous to me.
My husband can call me a flower child all he wants...but the truth is that to be disconnected would drive me crazy. I SAY that I could do it "no problem" but we all know that would be a lie. I'd be taking a side trip to the library just to get my fix. I don't have to be online for hours...but I do have to get my daily dose. It's appalling. I know. I hear you. I feel the same way. But come on!!! Endless information at my fingertips? You knew what you were doing, DARPA and all of your little guru's. Or as I like to call you, pushers.
So there you have it. The official list. Looking back, I see a theme. Hmmm...junk television, junk food, junk music, junk sales, and junk entertainment all rank in my top five guilty (or not so guilty) pleasures.
Some may say this officially makes me a junkie. Har, har, har. Laugh it up, kids. You can call it what you want, but I say this makes me optimistic.
