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The Parker Pleasure Principle 101

Hedonism and the pursuit of pleasure occupies my 
thoughts on a peaceful Sunday morning. 
The day has a dreamy quality to it, 
and my mood is mellow:
 "It was hot, yet with a sweet languor about it"  Theodore Dreiser.

According to hedonism is

1. Pursuit of or devotion to pleasure, especially to the pleasures of the senses.
2. Philosophy The ethical doctrine holding that only what is pleasant or has pleasant consequences is intrinsically good.
3. Psychology The doctrine holding that behavior is motivated by the desire for pleasure and the avoidance of pain.

No 2 and 3 aside, I'm zeroing in on: pleasure of the senses, touch, taste, see, smell ...mmmmm and devotion to pleasure, oh! ah!

It's the simple things; the unexpected, rather than the planned; the spur of the moment, spontaneous episodes that give the greatest pleasure.

Things like:
  • long, aimless drives on rainy days
  • sitting in the car at the beach reading the Sunday Paper
  • cuddling a teddy bear-of-a-man
  • a quick, soft, barely there kiss grazing your cheek
  • warm fingers on a bare back tracing shadows
  • searching for; and finding, a friendly foot amidst crumpled sheets
  • entering a room and the lingering scent of his cologne stirs you
  • hearing his voice coming down the passage and you're already tingling
  • his hands stroking the back of your neck, purposefully, with promise
  • eating a peach and licking the sweet juices dripping from your fingers
  • listening to a voice note, your name, longingly caressed by his voice
  • eating sandwiches on the beach dodging grains of sea sand
  • hearing the crunch of twigs under your hiking boots in a quiet forest
  • a sudden gust of wind leaving you with crazy hair, grabbing for your skirt, desperate, but giggling
  • a mall run in your abaya, with last nights lingerie underneath
  • getting your ticket confirmation for that dream holiday
  • eating your Sunday breyani with your fingers, spicy & delicious
  • doing nothing

Coming back to No 2 & 3:


Parker's Philosophy
Pleasure is good (as with everything) in moderation, in measured doses.

Parker's Psycholgy
Seek Pleasure & learn from Pain, and value both,as it brings about personal growth.

On Sunday, on Funday, seeking a bit of both, pleasure & pain (just a tiny nibble, please)
It  will tickle my senses & pleasure will be shared... willingly.

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