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.

I like arguing with idiots on the internet.

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.

Gambling I guess? Although I count cards so it's not quite the same, but I can't exactly explain to the people around me that I'm an advantage player when I start throwing fistfulls of cash at the dealer...

Recently, grocery store chicken wings.

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

I watch a lot of porn. A lot.

Sometimes I draw nsfw of my own characters, who are decidedly not sexy because that's not what I designed them for. But then I spend too much time writing and developing them and get invested in their private lives.

I'm usually too embarrassed to render the drawings and sometimes to even save the file. Shoutout to people who do this for a living, couldn't be me.

Daydreaming about me, my projects in 10-30 years. Imagining convos with people. I'm a recovering neet.

Marxist organizating and running a political education program. I swear to God I'm going to (redacted) when we have the resources to expand into adult literacy.

And slutting about I suppose.

I have no problem playing sexy time with AI

I like cinnamon raisin bagels...with scallion and herb cream cheese. It's sweet and savory and the contrast is as good as a super hot shower with an ice cold drink.

Breugger's bagels, may they rest in peace, used to have a bacon/scallion cream cheese. That was divine on cinnamon raisin bagels. I don't know what upset people more, the scallion on a sweet substrate, or the bacon on a bagel. It doesn't matter, if this is goy, I don't want to be kosher.

I put a little salt on muffins. If I don’t I can only eat like one before I hit my muffin limit, but if I salt them I can eat like 5.

Mint ice cream and peanut butter.

Macaroni with enough Heinz ketchup to question your sanity and a glass of milk.

It's also my hangover cure.

Ruffles potato chips and nacho cheese dip. My Jean size doesn’t accept it.