I become addicted maybe for a week maybe for a month to a specific food item. It is usually small like a from a specific place or a yogurt drink that was on sale.
Sometimes this makes me worried I am just in their demographic and the advertisements are getting to me.
Other times, like my recent coffee addiction which I have only seen six form girls queue for. I wonder what else it is.
Am I trying to be young and cool? Like “hey girls, yeah, isn’t this coffee rad”.
Or maybe I think that is their secret of youth. Iced coffee with almond milk.
Although I do feel bad (you know the environmental issues with almond milk as well as I do) so I hope this a passing fad of mine.
But now it has been about 6 months and for my birthday I did order a 6 L jug of it. And I now started to attempt to dry it into a powder, and try it in cocktails so it doesn’t seem to be going anywhere.
I wonder why, what forces are controlling me. I say this because I know full well I can stop, it’s just tomorrow when I go to work the shop will be there, and I have to get lunch, and if I get lunch the coffees will be there.
Or is something inside me. And maybe it’s a soul or god commanding from up high, but he probably has more important things. Unless this coffee habit is changing the world more than I think.
Maybe it’s more a small fungus like those ants that climb to the top of plants.
Now I am waiting for something to sprout from my head.
Sometimes this makes me worried I am just in their demographic and the advertisements are getting to me.
Other times, like my recent coffee addiction which I have only seen six form girls queue for. I wonder what else it is.
Am I trying to be young and cool? Like “hey girls, yeah, isn’t this coffee rad”.
Or maybe I think that is their secret of youth. Iced coffee with almond milk.
Although I do feel bad (you know the environmental issues with almond milk as well as I do) so I hope this a passing fad of mine.
But now it has been about 6 months and for my birthday I did order a 6 L jug of it. And I now started to attempt to dry it into a powder, and try it in cocktails so it doesn’t seem to be going anywhere.
I wonder why, what forces are controlling me. I say this because I know full well I can stop, it’s just tomorrow when I go to work the shop will be there, and I have to get lunch, and if I get lunch the coffees will be there.
Or is something inside me. And maybe it’s a soul or god commanding from up high, but he probably has more important things. Unless this coffee habit is changing the world more than I think.
Maybe it’s more a small fungus like those ants that climb to the top of plants.
Now I am waiting for something to sprout from my head.
I was thinking that this wasn't anything close to an addiction. It's kind of just a scenery based habit. Like it's part of your day and the place.