Women without bones
One of the true guilty pleasures (guilty because it is useless and greedy) is to repeatedly examine things that you know to have improved with the expectation that they haven’t.
Let me be more specific. Already this morning I’ve looked out the window three times to check on the herb pot which sits on the fire escape under the pretense of seeing how it is coming along, even though I know it is extremely vibrant and growing faster than expected.
It wouldn’t be a guilty pleasure to gaze at the plant with no expectations. However, each time I go to look at it I deliberately imagine a stunted and dry plant so that the actual thing (moist, green, moving sunward) packs an extra punch.
Other things in the same category: looking at yourself repeatedly in the mirror after a good haircut, checking your bank balance unnecessarily when you know it has grown, soliciting extra compliments on a cake you’ve served to guests when they’ve already acknowledged how tasty it is.
all very good, very true points
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