I love gossip. I almost exclusively gossip with my mom and I listen to tea being spilled far more often than I spill it myself.
at night when everyone else is asleep, I like to peel the skin off flies and eat it.
So I have a few.
Staying in bed of a morning until I can’t bear to remain there. Usually my body craves getting up one way or another before my brain does on account of less than stellar mental health. (Which also explains why there aren’t any external reasons to get up. I can serve no masters in this state.)
Sugar on my otherwise relatively sugarless cereal. It’s the cheapest I can get and the laws here have taken most of the fun out of cereal anyway, so there’s not much to enjoy in them at all otherwise.
Even having cereal come to that since I’m rarely up what I consider early enough to have it.
Spending all day on the computer Edit: doing what I want, except for food and bathroom visits.
Going to bed at an hour that makes sense relative to my usual morning. Using the electric blanket.
You might ask if any of these are guilty, but yes, yes they are. There is constant pressure from society to be an early riser who works for someone else from 8 till 8, six days a week, then spends whatever’s left looking after house and home, and if you fail at any of that, you’re judged. And I feel every bit of it from without as well as within.
Yo I love all of those too. I have to wake up early for work and I hate it. Thankfully, I wfh so I can wake up 5 mins before I have to clock in. I also work from the comfort of my bed most days because why the fuck not lol.
I dedicate every Saturday and most Sundays to doing whatever the fuck I want. I wish I could live my weekend life all the time. Being a wage slave suuuuuuuucks.
Watching capitalism collapse in real time
It’s like a bad car crash
Telling lame jokes and watching others’ reaction.
Cannabis and being a voluminously passionate hater
Cannabis. 🫣
So edgy.
Removed by mod
Laying in bed until I get bed sores & muscle spasms & generally forget how to walk.
Velveeta, specifically a Velveeta cream sauce on thick al dente pasta.
Taking solace in the fact it’ll all be over one day.
None. I don’t have any shame over something I like. What the hell even is that? You can’t love yourself if you disapprove of what pleases you.
I interpret “guilty pleasures” as things that are not-so-great, but I enjoy them anyway. No shame implied in my head. Some crappy, simplistic EDM track, but is still a total earworm… sign me up! Nothing like that for you?
No. I enjoy what I enjoy guilt free. Whoever downvoted me for it is missing something inside of themselves.
If you’re lucky enough to only like and do things that are moral, hey, fair enough and good for you. But most of us aren’t that lucky, I think.
I don’t like anything that my morals disagree with. I don’t give much weight to anyone else’s opinions on the subject either.
Hollywood fashion.
