Hate to Love: Tell us about a guilty pleasure that you hate to love.
I am completely stuck on this one. You have guilt and pleasure, hate and love but putting them altogether is just confusing me. I have never understood “guilty pleasure”. If its a pleasure why would it make me feel guilty?
I guess if I watched Coronation Street (I know this is like a cult thing for many people including my parents, but … err … why?), Shortland Street (I spend the whole programme correcting all the poor medical inaccuracies, not much pleasure in that and I was banned from watching again … sigh) or Geordie Shore (Even though I only watch the television advertisements of this – I am seriously like what the heck?). Maybe concern for my IQ means if I watched and enjoyed these images I should be found guilty of something? Poor television censorship maybe?
I love food treats, comfort eating etc etc but although I obtain great pleasure in consuming them, I am an adult. As long as I could pay for them, I don’t feel guilty in doing so. Maybe if I bought my beloved iced coffee, rather than paying the power bill (and yes iced coffee is getting that damn expensive) I might have pleasure, followed swiftly by no lights on in the house and an irate hubby, and I guess guilt because I stole from the power bill fund.
I do experience delayed guilt. I will do something for pleasure and then later, way overthink the impulse of doing so. Guilt sets in, ruining long term pleasure derived in that moment but I still have the actual moment. I just see little point in doing something for pleasure and then letting guilt ruin it. Often, I can feel like I do not deserve to feel pleasure because I am so messed up but that guilt resides in another place, than in the pleasure I am trying to simply enjoy.
So, maybe if I slept around on hubby but it was really, really good sex, then that pleasure might be tainted with guilt. But then if I willingly go for sex with someone not my hubby, is guilt really something a cold hearted cheat is going to care about? Okay – maybe if I get caught and my whole world falls apart, guilt might be the smart way to prevent a homicide situation but um this is seeming a little calculated.
I am also confused by the love to hate part. I love things and I hate things (well 2 people) but I don’t love that which I hate. Although, since one of those 2 people is my abuser, maybe I love that now I can hate him. Back when I was under his control (and stupid!) I guess I loved him but hated how much he hurt me all the time. Does that qualify. I think I just got more confused.
I might leave this one right here before I feel guilty for the pleasure I am getting in confusing my own thinking, while thinking. I almost feel the urge to sneak a peek at some one else’s answer to see if I might sort this out but then the guilt of cheating and um …
Source: Google search – Love/hate