Money versus Chicken

We all have our issues, things we will struggle to conquer everyday as we better ourselves. We face the hard stare of self awareness, and achieve our toughest answers in due time. I recently faced one of mine.

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.