I have a guilty confession. It plagues me a little, it taunts me too.

Others taunt me because of it.

You see I….

Oh maybe I shouldn’t. Maybe it would be unwise to announce to the world my guilty confession. No, guilty pleasure. A secret best kept in the dark and only to be known and enjoyed by me. Sometimes I force my guilty pleasure on to Mr Chocolate. He endures, through gritted teeth and a dozey eye, he even musters a word or two directed at me in relation to it. But really, he would much rather do….most anything, then join me in my guilty pleasure.

I haven’t tried to stop, I haven’t gone without for a while. I still actively seek it out. I am truly loyal to this guilty pleasure.

But what is it? What could it be, that sits silently with me, and makes people raise their eyebrows in shock and followed by just a little scorn.

What could this colossal special guilty pleasure be? What could be enough to purse people’s lips, and harden people’s hearts at the mere mention of it? That’s right, some people’s hearts harden at just the mere mention of it. You what?!

You see, I like….

Survivor.

No. I love Survivor. Yes, I mean the American Reality Tv show based on Outwitting, Outlasting and Outplaying other competitors while living in an isolated location. Yes, it’s a little cheesy, a little staged, a little way too coordinated and I thoroughly enjoy it.

Every. Little. Bit!

I don’t read trashy magazines. I don’t smoke. I don’t go out clubbing all night. I don’t spend whole days shoe shopping. I don’t watch day time tv, I barely watch night time tv. I don’t guzzle soft drink. I don’t eat chocolate bars lying in bed at night. I don’t watch Neighbours, Days of our Lives, Eastenders painting my toenails. I don’t collect mugs with fluffy cats in pink ribbons.

I don’t… well, you get the picture.

But… I do watch Survivor, And this week a new season starts and I CAN’T wait.

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Wikipedia– A guilty pleasure is something one enjoys and considers pleasurable despite feeling guilt for enjoying it. The “guilt” involved is sometimes simply fear of others discovering one’s lowbrow or otherwise embarrassing tastes. Fashion, video games, music, movies, and can be examples of guilty pleasures.

Come on, cough it up….. what’s your guilty pleasure?