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I'm a major fatfag/fetishist to where I highly suspect I'd actually be happy just living my life to gorge and grow quite fat, without any real concern for anything else as long as I'm eating well in quality and quantity and paying the bills, but then guilt and a sense of responsibility to be "normal" sets in, especially over fear of disappointing close friends and family if they learn my biggest (heh) dream is really just the fact all I actively care on in my mind is endless food, gluttony, weight gain, and little else. Kinda torn between fucking off from home to a cheap job and place and eating/gaining endlessly, but then the guilt sets in.
