I’ve sort of touched on this before, but bear with me.

Everyone needs pleasure in their life. Everyone. I don’t care if you’re a priest: there has to be something that’s just for you and that makes you smile to yourself. It’s not selfish: it’s self-focused.

I have many things I take pleasure in, and that’s good, because when it seems like your life is trying really hard to make you mad all the time, you absolutely need something to fall into and get lost in.

Two of my favorite things in the world are red wine and Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Mr. Something hasn’t gotten into Buffy yet (I’m working on it), so I usually watch it when he’s off at school. I’ve seen every episode of Buffy at least twice, and it never really gets old. The characters feel like my friends, the music reminds me of being a teenager, and the storylines still manage to pull me in, even though I know what’s going to happen. It’s comforting. This girl and her team of friends save the world episode after episode; it makes me feel like I can handle my day. If Buffy and Willow can solve the mystery behind Sunnydale’s latest evil, then I can definitely get out of the house and go to the grocery store. We all need to feel like we can kick some ass sometimes. I think I identify most with Willow (and a little with Anya), because I was always the smart, weird kid who said awkward things and would rather read a book than go to a rager.

I know that a lot of people will read this and think, “She’s a little obsessed with a television show from 1997,” and I get that, but stick with me. The writers behind Buffy understood the relationships between these friends, and wrote their interactions so realistically that you can’t help but care about them. I think you could take the vampires and demons out of Buffy and it would still be an amazing show because of the character development. I care about them, I mourn for them when they fall, and I get excited when they succeed. I can identify with them and that makes me feel better.

And red wine… well, it’s wine, people. A good Malbec or Rioja helps me relax and forces me to focus on small variations of flavor. It makes meals more delicious and conversations more spirited. It’s wine. I think I’ve made my case.

These pleasures might seem small, and that’s the point. It’s nice that I can talk about Buffy with a bunch of my friends who are also fans, and that Mr. Something is a bit of a wine connoisseur, but the truth is that I could enjoy these things all by myself and still feel a little smile on my face that’s just for me. I like that.


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