I'm bad with money
And it's sometimes hard for people to face their financial irresponsibility. I know I did, but it took one moment to truly understand my problem.
I love food, not surprising since it keeps us alive, but the act of eating brings me sincere pleasure. To me, gnashing my teeth through a peanut butter jelly sandwich is so satisfying, I make another one while eating the first.
I'm the guy secretly staring at your burrito while I'm eating a cheeseburger.
Anyway, there is a Chinese restaurant that I frequent so much, I have to actually use the word frequent like it was a Turkish bath (and not the good kind), which at this point has about the same amount of awkwardness.
I realized I am somewhat a man of habit, if I find something I like, my brain says why change the variables. I like the fact that I can walk in, not say a word, just a simple nod to order my food. If I like the general tso and sesame chicken why should I eat anything else on the menu or any other food for that matter.
Unfortunately my reasoning was caught under a spell of delicious shrimp fried rice, and it was a little too late to rectify. One day, I sat and looked at my bank account suffer a nice body blow because I decided "Fuck it, I'm going to eat Chinese for 6 day straight"(verbatim) and thought nothing bad would happen.
I blame it on my young idiocy
But in this moment I also realized that I am bad with money, and in a way it was refreshing. I wasn't the crazed beast gorging myself on sweet, tangy chicken and denial in order to qualm my stomach's radical demands, I'm just an irresponsible youth who really likes Chinese food.
