When we’ve talked about fun in the past, we (royally speaking) divided the conscious universe into two parts:
the want to part being where the fun is. And then, of course, there’s the area of miraculous overlap, where the have to coincides with the want to, is probably where the fun is deepest.
There’s another factor to all this – the should do – which we find ourselves having to contemplate now that we’re talking about fun of the naughty kind. It looks like this:
Depending on the strength of one’s moral inclinations, the area of should do more often overlaps with the have to than the want to. And the area where all three overlap is where one might find sainthood.
Being naughty is fun because it makes you feel, however temporarily, free. You are heading towards the arena of pure want to – outside the boundaries of both have to and should do. Heading, but not quite there, because for naughty to be fun you have to be close enough to should do and have to to feel their frowning presence.
There are, of course, degrees of naughtiness, ranging from the cute to the criminal. Make, as they say, no mistake about it. Naughty fun is genuinely, and sometimes profoundly fun. But you have to be a little more careful with fun of the naughty kind. There’s not getting too naughty. And then there’s not getting caught.