TIV at www.theindividualvoice.blogger.com has tagged me in true sand-lot fashion, and I will try to play the game to the best of my ability. I should be good at this one, as a lapsed Catholic, I have had many unforgettable moments in the confessional, and while guilt carries with it the promise of certain burning pain of incipient punishment, it also proves perversely pleasureable.
Six guilty pleasures no one would suspect me of having
– I enjoy going to all kinds of church services, despite being assured at an early age that there was only one religion – the Catholic one. Rituals from different faiths yield me similar feelings – this I find amazing as well as reassuring.
– I enjoy reading mythology
– The obituary pages have always fascinated me, even when I was young. Beats me why.
– I love the scent of many people in close quarters. Even the ones who reek of garlic and old socks. Before Rumpole leaves me for the day, I have to take deep snorts of his neck, behind the ear. If I don’t, somehow the day doesn’t progress as it should.
– it gives me great pleasure to have regular visits with the podiatrist. I like the matter-of-fact way he uses the dremel on my toenails – it tickles!
– If I could afford it, I’d go three times a week to have my hair washed at the hairdressers. That is such a delicious luxury.
six guilty pleasures I wish I had the courage to indulge
– to do a weekend marathon of all movies with Peter Sellers in them – I wish I could learn how to talk like Inspector Clouseau and drive my family crazy with the impersonations.
– I wish I had the nerve to prepare toilet paper out of 6 different types of unexpected materials, install them in the ladies’ toilets at the local art center, plant myself in a cubicle with a tape-recorder and record the reactions of visitors to the particular material they find in their stall, and the kinds of dialogue that would result in asking persons in the next stall to hand under the dividers the material they find themselves provided with – then make an installation, using the tape and types of toilet paper material.
– I wish I had the nerve to wear only clothing which I feel totally comfortable in, never mind how it looks to others.
– art books, books of poetry, dictionaries of all types and all the time in the world to read them
– taking to-do lists and feeling free enough not to have to cross of any item as having been done – If I make lists, have to be compulsive about performance
– To have a live monkey for a pet – to indulge my lifelong fascination with monkeys
Six pleasures I once considered guilty but have either abandoned or made peace with
– reading too much, not “doing” mundane chores enough
– eating too much cheese and pate – my recent cholestrol levels have caused me to abstain – aaargh!
– wasting time dancing around the house to blaring music – these days I’m too sore to do too much of this
– Love affair with paper as a material, and the sheer luxury of excess availability of all kinds of paper goods – I’m having a hard time coming to grips with this one
– luxury underwear, of wonderful material, no longer find essential or even desirable
– wanting to own art objects of interest, beauty, utility, a huge guilty pleasure – am happy to browse museums and emporiums, just seeing the stuff, don’t need to “own” them
I’m tagging – www.mariachristina.wordpress.com, Nicolemarie at www.avoidingcrisis.wordpress.com, Kay at www.lookingforbeauty.wordpress.com, Donna at www.woodka.blogspot.com, D at www.joefelso.ruminations.wordpress.com and Dejan at www.dreamscorner.wordpress.com . I look forward to what these individuals might want to share about their own guilty pleasures, because as I have been taught “confession is good for the soul”, and I must admit to be relieved that I have done my bit here. Whew!