We all have a guilty pleasure somewhere along the line in our lives.
For my school yearbook, I put:
Nickname: Boris, Kura (I have other nicknames, but I didn’t list them. Chicken Goddess, Lex, Lexiconish, Kura-chan, Lyn-Lyn…)
Most Memorable Moment: The Gentleman! Tate landing a hat on Connor’s head on a fluke.
Aims for the Future: RICH and FAMOUS, ruler of an evil empire.
Confession: I am a figment of your imagination.
Farewell Message: So long and thanks for all the fish.
Anyone who read that would know I not only like How I Met Your Mother, but I’m also a fan of The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, and I don’t take these things seriously. There wasn’t much I could put down for a ‘confession’ though, since at school I’m fairly open about my likes and dislikes. I had nothing to hide, and everyone already knew all the weird things about me. I joked with friends about putting down ‘I secretly hate you all’ or something about ‘I actually don’t care about grammar. Kidding, I’ll kill you if you mix up your and you’re again.’ But we settled on that because it was fairly simple and it confused the hell out of Connor who tried to work out if he was a figment of his own imagination.
Well I’m getting off topic. The point is, I do have ‘guilty pleasures’ even though they weren’t really confessions since, yeah, everyone knows about it and just brush it off as a ‘Lyndsay thing’. For example, I really like the show “Young Dracula”, CBBC. It’s for kids, yeah, but it’s quite enjoyable and made vampires pretty cool without having to resort to sparkles. I also like “Summer in Transylvania”. It’s one of those shows that I really shouldn’t like, because it’s cheesy and it’s aimed at a younger audience but um… you know what, I don’t care. For me it comes under ‘It’s so bad it’s good’. I love shows that make you think and send a strong message, but once in a while it’s just nice to switch off my brain and watch something awful, yet not cringe-worthy.
I can confess to liking a crappy show here and there. I like fan fiction, and I write it. I like AMVs and wish I could make them. I still enjoy the odd Disney movie. I absolutely love anime, Doctor Who, Merlin and Sherlock. I really don’t think there’s anything wrong with that… do you?
Now, I may begin to question my mental health when I start having conversations with my friends about owning a brothel – and I certainly do not, by the way, the business world isn’t my scene – but really it’s all Yaniah’s fault. She’s the one who brought up the fact that in Tokyo, one can actually hire a friend. That’s right. Lonely, depressed? Why not hire a stranger to laugh at all your jokes for a day! It’s just like a prostitute, except without the sex.
Well, see, that’s what brought it all up. Now I apparently own a brothel, Yaniah hires out pretend parents for a day who read you a story and tuck you in, Lizzy owns a friend service and Kieran owns a housewife business. In other words… Yaniah can give you a dad, Kieran can give you a maid, Lizzy can give you a friend, and I can give you a special friend. Don’t. Ask. We’re full of quirks, it’s good, ja?
Now if you’ll all excuse me,
I have a business to run I have to get ready for work. I work at a pizza place. Pizza. Just so we’re clear.