Life in the Lost World

the continuing saga of an opinionated vegan mom blogger and her zoo crew….

   Mar 01

The Friday Five (minutes) – confession time




1. a person whose life is devoted to the pursuit of pleasure andself-gratification.

2.Also, he·don·is·tic. of, pertaining to, or characteristic of ahedonist or hedonism.
Related forms

he·don·is·ti·cal·ly, adverb
non·he·do·nis·tic, adjective
non·he·do·nis·ti·cal·ly, adverb
un·he·do·nis·tic, adjective
un·he·do·nis·ti·cal·ly, adverb

I’m a bit of a hedonist. That’s right, I love doing things with no more motivation other than they make me feel good. Maybe I’m not a ‘true’ hedonist, I CAN put my pleasure aside for the greater good or if someone needs something from me.

For example, I sleep with 5 or 6 big squishy pillows…always. I like several under my head, one between my legs and one to hug while I sleep. I have been known to, however, give up a pillow or two when the need arises. Not often, mind you, but it does happen.

Another example is the socks I wear when we have a touch of cool weather. Just about any socks will keep you feet warm, but that’s just not good enough for me. I want them to be plush, yummy and cushy too. I want them to make me feel like my feet have gone on vacation and nothing else will do!

Years ago, when the biggers were little, and we still lived in the city, I was somewhat of a neighborhood joke. Everyone knew that when they rang my doorbell, they’d have to wait until I found my pants and put them on before answering the door. That’s right, I really really hate to be dressed, preferring to walk around in a tshirt and my panties.

Unfortunately, or fortunately, as the case may be, having little boys growing into and beyond their toddler years put a stop to that process (see? I do understand the meaning of the word ‘propriety’) and I just had to suck it up and button those jeans!

Since coming to the realization that I just couldn’t run around the house half naked all day, it’s been a never ending quest to find clothing that’s comfy enough.

It would be wonderful to be able to run around in my pajama’s all day, but with UPS, FedEx and the mailman constanting pulling up and beeping their horns, that’s just not an option.

So what have I done to solve my hedonistic dilemma? I wear scrubs! My Cherokee Uniforms scrubs keep me social acceptable without sacrificing the comfort I crave. I can even run to the local convenience store or Redbox, if need be, without worrying about scandalizing the locals in the process! Score!

It’s certainly been a great solution for me. Have you ever been faced with having to creatively solve a personal dilemma? I’d love to hear about it!

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