When I think about transgressing social convention it helps if the imagined action is also illegal. To gleefully violate the norms of society is one thing, but to break the law in doing so is really a special pleasure. Of course you need to pick your spots, we're talking victimless crimes here, the vast areas of life behind the velvet curtain, cordoned off with police tape by a society determined to extinguish any expression of genuine pleasure. I like to think about the shocked and/or disgusted looks on the faces of strangers, the pinched expressions, those ugly little wrinkles people get around their mouths when they're judging the private actions of others. How can something be truly considered fun if it doesn't meet with the stern disapproval of people you despise? How I've always loved to disappoint people in areas which are none of their business to begin with.