Not every hedonist is stretched out in the sun, skin as orange as Hulk Hogan’s, quaffing endless daiquiris
and enjoying the unwavering attention of blondes in bikinis. Not at all.
The red-eyed, coke-nosed, nightclubbing roué
is always easy to pick out of a crowd. Blatant dissipation has a certain look to it. It’s a look often accompanied by pickled livers, deteriorated septa and a pressing need for drugs with names that end in -cillin.
But there is a less-talked-about and much
more amiable variety of hedonism that often goes undetected. The neighbour who
just shoveled your driveway may have hedonistic leanings. Your hard-working
best friend might be a closet hedonist too.
That lady who’s always fundraising for the church
down the street? A total hedonist.