I was totally reluctant to join in the #guiltypleasures fun instigated by the very funny @blewitt - he operates in circles that I don't (not that I don't want to, it's just I haven't had chance yet I suppose), and there's hundreds upon hundreds here confessing their guilty pleasures (okay might be an exaggeration...) so as if anyone needs ANOTHER confession to read...plus, not even sure I can keep it clean... okay @riverflows put a lid RIGHT on that one.... I think the only other Steemian that knows my REAL guilty pleasures is @mountainjewel, and she's both sworn to secrecy and is meditating under a cone of silence somewhere...

...BUT.... has anyone else noticed since we've had more adversity here due to powers that be fucking stuff up, we've got CLOSER? I've met more people in the last few weeks than I have in months, and have been LOVING the fact that the crew I hang with and LOVE on this steemchain ARE STILL HERE! Woot!

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Okay - so I've been thinking hard about my guilty pleasures, and whilst I absolutely CANNOT share my REAL guilty pleasures here because I'm not prepared to go THAT far into my personal life, I have one that I think might pass muster. It is silly and ridiculous because really - um, I'm an adult, and I don't have anything to feel guilty about? I do what I do, and refuse to carry guilt for the stuff that rocks my world and floats my boat, but there's one or two things that still make me look over my shoulder just to check if anyone is watching...

When I was growing up, my Dad was a Virgo (actually, he's still a Virgo) and was super pedantic about being neat and clean. You couldn't leave the phone book out for 20 microseconds before he'd say 'is anyone using that phonebook?' and, being a teenager, I found this RIDICULOUS. I mean, of course no one is using it Father dear - unless it's a phantom or a ghost because do you SEE anyone using it? Same goes for the light on in my bedroom - if you count heads (me, Mum, sister, you) in the loungeroom, YOU KNOW that there's no one in my room using the light, so why don't you just turn it of when you're walking past and be done with it? Of course, I wasn't the kind of girl that would talk back, and I got the whole 'whilst you're under my roof' thing - seemed fair enough - so I wouldn't actually SAY these things.

Anyway, back to guilty pleasure numero uno - we used to live in a truck in England, and then a bus on land here in Australia. As I was raised that way, I kept those spaces super clean and organised - it's a good idea to do that in a small space anyway. I found myself saying the same thing as Dad - 'is anyone using this 'insert x item here'', even annoying myself in the process.

^{I'm so anarchic I even defy rules people haven't set for me...}

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Anyhoo, my guilty pleasure was THROWING RUBBISH OUT OF THE WINDOW OF THE VEHICLE. Not the kind of rubbish that blows away and gets stuck on a blackberry thorn, I'm not that horrid, but stuff that I'd go and pick up later and put in the bin.

^{The bus is now a guest room - look how Virgo clean it is...}

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But there was something about throwing rubbish out the window that made me just feel absolute DELIGHT. Part of me was 'screw you Dad, I'm now an adult and can DO WHAT I WANT' and part of me was looking over my shoulder just in case Dad was there and saw me! Honestly, I LOVED it! Every used bottle of ketchup, every empty crushed can of gin and tonic, every apple cider vinegar bottle - out she goes! Woot! YEAH!! I'm an adult AND I CAN MAKE MESS - watch me go.

I live in a house now and I have a rubbish bin inside, so it's just not the same thing. However, we leave for work in the morning with takeaway coffee cups, because we're good like that. We have 4 of them, because they often don't make their way in from the car after work. I usually carry the new full one out to the car, find the old one in the cup holder... and guess what I do with it?

That's right. I throw it out the window.

Funnily enough, my hubby doesn't share in this guilty pleasure - he's the one that comes home from work and picks up the keep cups from the driveway and brings them inside.

But he loves me anyway, and think it's kinda cute that over twenty years after I left home, I'm still getting my kicks by defying the rules of a father that can't even see me do such a naughty thing, and wouldn't care less anyway.

Am I weird? (Don't answer that)

What's your guilty pleasure?

Not sure you have that long to answer it - think I've scraped in during the last hours of the contest. Off to read some other confessions now - and clean up my yard before I'm overcome with guilt...check out @blewitt's post here which contains links to other guilty pleasures....

Oh, and this one is for @karinxxl who reckons it's a good idea to put a song in every post - 'fuck you I won't do what you told me' seemed to just FIT... lol... I crack myself up....

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