Everyone is an addict. Whether they want to admit it or not. Whether it’s on a small scale or a large scale. Whether it’s a serious issue or no big deal. It varies from person to person, and we have our “good” addictions and our “bad” ones. For example, I’m addicted to singing. I can’t go a single day without singing, and if I’m in the car with you, forget about conversation. I will most likely be cranking up the radio and singing whatever irritatingly catchy song comes on. And I wouldn’t consider my addiction to singing a bad one at all. Obviously. But among the positive things I’m addicted to, there are, of course, the negative ones, the ones I should really cut out of my life but don’t have any intention of.
Red Bull. It fluctuates between one a day and just one every once in awhile, but in the end, I know that shit is terrible for you, yet I drink it anyway. I look at it this way: I don’t smoke, I rarely drink, I don’t do drugs, I don’t drink coffee, so why not let Red Bull be my one vice? Everyone else has them (I hope you’re reading this, mom. stop telling me to quit. I can’t. see: addict).
Shopping. I’m not buried in debt. Thankfully I don’t have any student loans to pay off or any seriously expensive bills- no car payments or mortgage payments here- but I am lumped in with pretty much everyone else in that sometimes I spend more than I should (usually on things I can’t afford, anyway. hello, credit cards. dad, if you’re reading this, don’t kill me, I’ve stopped asking you for money). Now that I do have more financial responsibility than in years passed, I am trying to be more frugal and watch what I spend my hard-earned dollars on. I’ve gone from maxing my credit cards on clothes and handbags to begrudgingly using them to buy food when I’ve spent all my money on bills. Wah. The former was more fun.
Sweets. Don’t get me wrong, my meals tend to be very healthy and modestly-portioned, but I can’t help snacking on deliciously sugary things like candies and chocolate. At least I balance it with exercise and proper sleep. Usually.
I’m starting to resent myself for a lack of will power, so I think I’m done now. Plus I’m running out of things that make sense to write about, and I’m tired of staring at my computer screen hoping something brilliant will pop into my mind. Because it won’t. All I really want to do now is chug a Red Bull and go shopping so I can buy something sweet.