Good grief.
When I'm home alone, I don't really eat. But, now that I have a friend staying with me, because he isn't eating, I seem to have taken it upon myself to eat for us both.
It's like "Highlander": "There can be only one." In this case, only one starving person at a time at my house. Geezoos.
Seriously, why can't I be a normal, reasonable human being? Who the hell eats two burgers at 10:30 AM??? Someone who has also just had a ridiculous amount of ice cream, that's who.
Gaaaaaahhh!!!
<hate and self-loathing>
It's the same thing when Nicolas is around. (He's now somewhere in the jungles of Papua New Guinea.) I'll be on all these strange diets then, as soon as he says he will join me, I'll start eating. And it's not as if I'll resume eating like a normal person. If only I were that simple. No, I'll consume food in spectacularly shocking, outrageous amounts.
I wonder if I do it to be difficult, or to be different, or because I'm really just a pain in the ass. More to myself then anyone else, really.
Who knows?
Maybe it's the same as when two of my friends, X and Y, were on a plane together. They had both finished their meals, when X took his tray and put it on top of Y's, then flipped his own tray table up. Y stared at him, incredulous. "What," X shot back, "It makes no sense for both of us to be miserable." There can only be one.
<#workingtheories>
Maybe I'll blame this particular period of insanity on the start of the rainy season...
Blaming it on the rain. Except that it hasn't been raining all this time...
I will try to be a normal, reasonable human being tomorrow.
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I know. I haven't written a blog post in so long, yet here I am, still where I left off. Some things never change.