I gave up drinking 3 weeks ago. Or was it 4?
I gave up caffeine 2 weeks ago.
The person currently inhabiting this body no longer has a racing mind at 2am, because the person is asleep.
However, the person gets very tired at the office around 3pm and wanders around looking for candy.
It’s a now choice, not a forever choice, but who knows.
Imagine all of the foodstuffs I’ve given up hanging out in a room together. A break room. Coffee is smoking. Bread is filing her fingernails. Cheese is just sitting looking shiny. And wine is sloshing herself into a puddle. Just waiting. They’re all there waiting for me.
“This has something to do with pedophilia. Something is WRONG and we just don’t know what it is yet. This is some really deep resign-y jiujitsu slight of hand. What is the ‘real’ story???”
“Genius move! Pope is now CEO. Administrator! Oh you don’t think so? Well snap he’s infallible, caught you in a logic trap, bwah ha ha. IT ALL MAKES SO MUCH MORE SENSE NOW. Less threatening. ‘He couldn’t fulfill his duties.’ Popes will now be voted out by their board of directors! Hostile take-over! If the papacy will now be run more like a Fortune 100 corporation, openly, I welcome it.”
Vague sense of longing wishing this had happened while I was attending an all-girls Catholic high school.