Asklemmy

I dunno, I don't really do guilt beyond truly bad acts done by choice.

That being said, I am a chocolate milk fiend.

I have to strictly limit myself or I'd drink nothing else, and not eat anything useful nutritionally.

Chocolate in general is my one true vice. I don't drink, I don't use recreational drugs, I'm monogamous (and happily so), I quit tobacco, and even caffeine beyond trace amounts in decaf. But you try an take chocolate out of my life, and I will fuck you up.

I'll even accept Hershey's if there's nothing else available.

But chocolate milk? Fuck me running. Cold, sweet, chocolatey goodness. I will walk right the fuck over infants and kittens if there's a cup on the other side. Puppies? I dunno, I think I'd try to step between them, but I'm not making promises.

Home made is incredible. But my particular weaknesses are the pet trumoo, and the promised land midnight. They use thickeners that up the silky texture. The promised land stuff is meant to be more like melted ice cream, and it succeeds.

Which, don't even ask me how quick I can kill a pint of hagendaz chocolate. Don't blink is all I'll say there.

I have no guilt involved there, but holy fuck is it an indulgence.

I pick my nose.

I bet you do too, don't judge.

Or do: It doesn't really matter what you think of me because I'm not a telepath.

I use light mode on Discord, and just about everything really. I don't like the feeling of being in a gamer cave. I always have a bunch of lamps on, and light themes too.

Playing stupid phone games. Really mind-numbing, no talent required games. Currently into "Whiteout Survival". I am over 60 y.o.

It scratches an itch.

I haven't actually done this in over ~~twenty~~ thirty (fuck I'm old) years, but while thinking about it, I recalled my childhood...

I used to dip extra buttery popcorn in chocolate milk. I fucking loved it. Honestly the thought of it makes me slightly nauseous now...

The comments suggest most people here have an incredibly low threshold for both guilt—and pleasure.

I smoke weed every day. Casual marijuana consumption is definitely socially acceptable here (I'm in Canada where it's legal) but I've been high more often than not for the past 8 years or so.

I bathe 2-3 times a day. A quick one in the morning to get me out of the house, or I just skip it if I don't have time. Cycle to work, real shower there. Then a nice long bath in the evening where I just soak and watch anime. Or browse Lemmy.

A lot of people are saying porn, drugs and alcohol which sure i indulge in but not really in excess. I would if i let myself own any but i dont. My biggest indulgence is media, i consume slop in excess, i let myself fall into meaningless entertainment. Usually drama, youtube drama, it makes me feel so gross because i know how much of a waste of time it is. I could be studying or spending quality time with the people i love but instead i just listen to drivel.

I know it seems relatively harmless but i hate that about myself. I dont even enjoy it much, i just do it becuase id rather do that than nothing

36 year old and still sleep with stuffed animals. I've had them for 30 years and just honestly sleep better with them than a pillow. They are a stuffed wolf named timber and a stuffed dog named woofles.

I think only the real dog judges me, but that's cause she's a jealous bitch.

Sometimes I'll swing by Starbucks before my hour long commute to work I feel guilty each time because all but one coffee shop in town closed down but we have like 7 Starbucks now, one literally across the street from the other

What the heck is a plain dorito

I'm a 45 years old male. The only alcohol I've been drinking since last summer is Smirnoff Ice.

People at the supermarket must think in buying this for a 16 years old.

For context I am almost 40 year old women. Okay, so I like to watch gaming videos on youtube. Markipler, Let's Game it Out, CallmeKevin, RT game, Dunkey, y'know moslty geared towards kids, young adult gaming content. I never do this unless I am home alone because I don't think anyone would get why I'm watching an adult man play a wrestling game with his bright red, 20 foot tall wrestler named Johnny Hotbody.

Enjoying being alone?

Here’s a minor one:

Dry ramen. Crush up the bag a bit, dump in the powder, shake and enjoy.

What are you, twelve?

No, why do cool adults require their noodles so hydrated?

I hoard many, many TBs of handpicked, high-resolution porn and VR porn, divided by race, subdivided by star, with shortcut links when the women do scenes together. I enjoy organizing and maintaining the collection. I enjoy finding new porn from new people or discovering girls I missed and getting their backcatalog. Part of my after work/school routine is checking for new torrents of interest and if I miss days or weeks of new content, I'll spend hours going back to find what I want until I'm caught up. All following strict, internal guidelines of what I want, not just everything.

The funny thing is I know for a fact that I watch around the average amount of porn as someone who just uses pornhub or something, and whack it only once a day to every few days.

I just love the collecting of it. ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

Cigars. It's a common topic of judgement, as if I don't know it's an expensive hobby with increased risk of cancer. I just love them, and the rituals involved.

Skinning landlords to make tents for the homeless

I love black licorice. Developed a taste for it as a kid because it was the only candy available at my grandparents house. Now if I’m hanging out with buddies and I don’t want them mooching off my snacks, I’ll bring black licorice. I’ve only met one other person that wanted some and I was happy to share haha

Kids clothes. I don't fit in them (am late 30s 140lb woman) and I don't try to, but I find myself always drawn to the kids clothing sections because of their bright patterns and prints. I have very basic sewing skills and I've been tempted to take a course on clothes making so I can recreate these in my size. I fuckin love bright colors and silly accessories.

Picking my nose, then eating the booger.

I am in my 30s.

In an overly consumerist late-stage capitalistic society, my socially unacceptable guilty indulgence is minimalism.

Eating lunch or going to a movie by myself. Traveling alone and not having to really talk. I like doing those things with my wife or friends too, but not having to worry about anyone or anything else for a bit is great.

I like arguing with idiots on the internet.

IBS sucks, but god damn I love smelling my farts.

I watch a lot of porn. A lot.