Tuktukpatrol 20 08 03 Mind A Guilty Pleasure Xx... (2024)

(Festinger, 1957): You hold two conflicting beliefs—"I am a productive person" vs. "I am playing TukTukPatrol for two hours." To reduce dissonance, you label it a guilty pleasure . The guilt is the cognitive friction; the pleasure is the resolution.

TukTukPatrol 20 08 03 looks objectively bad. The textures smear like wet clay. The tuk-tuk’s physics are hilariously broken—it drifts like a fridge on ice. Yet, that is the charm. In an era of photorealistic 4K ray tracing, consuming intentionally “ugly” or broken media feels like junk food for the eyes. Your mind knows it’s lowbrow, but your nervous system relaxes. TukTukPatrol 20 08 03 Mind A Guilty Pleasure XX...

After all, the patrol never ends. The mind only rests when the pleasure is no longer guilty. (Festinger, 1957): You hold two conflicting beliefs—"I am