with phenomena related to feelings
everything is relative,
a matter of choice & taste
and having the freedom to partake.
to cops & robbers, rope jumping,
playing tag, and handclapping games,
to childhood activities
played with childhood worries
and an absence of adult responsibilities.
Longing for that time,
lusting for the activities,
and letting yourself do them
is another, common,
that relieves the pressure.
Whatever it is for you, and what little guilt it might bring;
it is not enough to override the kick its pleasure forms within
to giving in and buying another book,
while your physical TBR*
is still taller than you are. Maybe
you love judging your neighbours’ interior
by peeking through their windows
as you’re walking past.
It is a pleasure that somehow
sustains and serves a part of you;
a secret pleasure for yourself.
Pleasure overpowering guilt
and subsequent embarrassment
for a liking
which crosses a social norm,
or personal boundary.
Be it not-the-norm,
far from woke,
or even going against your own principles.
It is personal;
as long as it may harm no one
I don’t care about your conflicted fun.
*TBR= (list of) books To Be Read