What makes a guilty pleasure a guilty pleasure? Because it's "uncool"? I am confused. Who decides what is cool and what's not? Because I know a few people who think that they do..
I have been made fun of for a big bunch of my life for liking boybands.. I don't really understand why people like to pick on me for enjoying myself at a fun show, and I can also assure you that I do not actually think I am going to date a lil boyband boy. I just genuinely enjoy going to shows, and dancing like a loser, and squealing over adorable humans.
This post is not about boybands. It is about me realizing that a lot of people in my life think they are cooler than they really are and like to make fun of me for not being as cool as them. Just kidding. It's about others tearing people down, whether purposefully or not, for liking certain things. I don't make fun of you for liking video games. Even though I think video games are a big waste of time. But you enjoy it. So you do you. And I'm going to do me!
I think a lot of people try to be funny, but end up hurting feelings in the process. Not even just hurting feelings, but crushing souls. That might sound a little ridiculous, but when the people surrounding me continuously dig at me for my "guilty pleasures", it is going to hurt. And I'm going to stop liking what I like. Or try to hide it. Which is really crushing, since that essentially means I am changing myself just because other people don't like me being me. No one deserves to be harassed for liking something that brings them happiness. Ever. It's never, ever going to be funny. Well, maybe the first time. Or second or third. But after the 33 millionth time, it gets a little old.
No one should have to make an excuse for something that brings them joy. If it's not destroying my life, or anyone else's, or disrespecting God, then maybe you should hop off my back a little bit.
BUT CAN I PLEASE GO TO A ONE DIRECTION CONCERT WITHOUT GETTING TEXTS AND TWEETS AND MESSAGES FOR THE NEXT 24 HOURS FROM JERKS WHO THNK IT'S FUNNY TO BE JERKS.
...for real, this post is not about me and five precious European boys. It's just inspired by my experiences. Which is why it's my blog I guess, huh.
I guess if you're going to make fun of someone, well...don't. Xxo
