Donkey Kong.
It’s difficult for me to think about a guilty
pleasure, because I actually don’t think I have any. I like some weird things,
and everyone, or at least most of the people who know me, understand that
clearly, so there’s no “guilt” in my “pleasures”.
However, there is something that people usually
can’t believe until they see me, and after they do, some of them try to bother
me using it. So, I decided to stop talking about it.
I like watching shows like Caso Cerrado. The
reason is pure entertainment. I think it’s very funny to see people arguing
over something stupid, like who takes the dog after de divorce, or two women
that have been dating the same guy for months, and thy found out a week before
the show, and they both say “HE IS MIIIIIINE!”. Okay, that last thing is not
very funny if I say it like that, but it suddenly turns hilarious when the dude
is a lazy old man who “works” as a thief and uses all his money to go to bars
and strip clubs and looks like Donkey Kong without the tie, and both girls are beautiful
twenty year-olds, first of their respective classes in Harvard and heirs of a
big, rich family. Or maybe they are even uglier than the man. Or maybe even siamese
twins, or whatever.
You know, now that I think about it, maybe
there is some guilt in this. Their problems are real, they feel bad
about them, they really want help… and I laugh while watching. Even worse, I will be a psychologist.
I’m a bad person.
