Asklemmy

I am only ashamed of the energy I spent feeling ashamed of my tastes.

I cook ramen normally then spread it on the plate. Then I open a can of cream of mushroom.... Straight on top of the ramen cold... Next is a can of French cut green beans, drained, then straight to the pile. My wife won't let me eat it around her

Death metal. Death metal while birding (or more like processing footage). Death metal while cross stitching. Death metal while crocheting. It's a weird outlet that I mostly keep to myself.

I really... Really like Smirnoff Ice. I'm 44.

I fuck with hot gas station sandwiches. Like the ones they have wrapped in paper/foil in the little to-go heat lamp hut. Also anything from the hot roller. Like taquitoes or doom dogs as I call them. I like em extra dizzy and sweaty. Maybe with a packet of onion slime on em.

I survived on that stuff as a teen. You could get a pretty solid meal at the gas station for like $3. But this was also back when McDonald's had a dollar menu and you could get 2 mcdoubles and a drink for $3.

A can of Pringles is one serving

If anything I feel less ashamed than when I was a teenager. I still love cute stuff, stupid humor and toys :)

I learned to drive when I was about 16. My parents never had any food in the house, plus two extremely aggressive dobermans in the kitchen, so I couldn't go in there anyway.

So sometimes I would sneak out right before MacDs close and eat a burger in the parking lot.

I'm a lot older now, but occasionally I still eat fast food in the darkness of the Walmart parking lot

I find it calming for some reason.

Bonus hilarity:

At Xmas in 1979 I had an Xmas tree lot with a slave driver boss -- 12 to 18 hours a day. (He did partially pay me with a shopping bag full of wed.)

On night I got off around midnight and headed off to the local Mcds, order my food, and visit the restroom to take a piss -- and somehow managed to drop my car keys in the piss water.

Not my favorite day ever.

Then I get home and find that they had released the dogs in the whole house and I had to yell and pound on the door to get my mother to lock them up.

FML

I'm in my 40s and still put ketchup on my hotdogs. Also, I still eat hotdogs.

Skinny jeans for life!

Chef Boyardee and Heinz Tinned Spaghetti.

If I’m doing a grocery shop alone, I can’t be trusted not to buy some. Sometimes I bring some home. Sometimes it doesn’t make it.

Oh yeah, I like it cold too. I know I’m a monster.

I put ridiculous amounts of cocoa powder in a glass of milk. Like ALOT. Liquid chocolate. Especially love the stuff left at the bottom that didn't mix.

I still dance when I’m alone.

2000’s popular rap. G-g-g-g-unit!!!!

I don't think I'm ashamed of any, in all honesty. Even back then, I was a shameless idiot. I think I'm just much less of an ignorant, impulsive asshole than back then, but otherwise... I'm not that different.

Not knowing how to enjoy anything.

I'm a railroad and siren enthusiast. Many people look down on the hobbies as "childish", although there are tons of adults who participate. I still feel uneasy telling people though, because I fear how they'll react.

All of them.

Dark brown sugar sandwiches. Yep fresh water bread. Butter thick. Dark brown sugar between. Yeah I'll probably be having a heart attack any day now.

Very rarely I crave some disgusting Kraft Mac & Cheese and a can of Dr Pepper. The former being not easy to get in Germany.

Junk food like instant ramen everyday Jack in the box tacos, ground beef and cheese nachos etc.

I consider myself a foodie having spent hundreds on a meal for one person not including drinks. I enjoy both extremes of the spectrum I suppose.

I still occasionally enjoy modern rap from time to time with super bassy catchy beats while the subject manner is almost universally angry and hateful stuff about murder and suicide and self interest. $suicideboys$ witchouse40k scales those kinds of artist. I do not like or agree with the message of the music at all, but cannot deny some of their songs have some of the most punchy beats I've ever heard.

I still love cheesy, badly written thrash metal.
...but no one likes my playlists...

I won't eat onions of any kind. It's a hard no.

I crave hot pockets. I can eat 4 in one sitting. I just don't buy them anymore because if they're in the house I binge on them. I eat much more healthy now, but if the negative consequences weren't there, I'd eat nothing but hot pockets and fast food.

I'm a nail biter. I've managed to curb the habit enough to have pretty nails most of the time, but every now and then I succumb to the habit and have to regrow them. So annoying.

I listen to 1980s pop music, makes me feel good like I used to in The Time Before.