Sitting

The thing about life, or my life anyways, is it is horribly stressful. But not in the way that you have a million things to do every second with no time to sit. No, believe me, I do enough sitting. It's more of the stress from doing nothing but sitting. Not that sitting is a particularly stressful task, but when nothing is being done but the sitting and life seems to be passing you by, and that thing you've been meaning to do for the past month but you haven't done due to all of the sitting, that is when it gets bad.
I know there is an easy solution. And that is to get out of the seated position right now and do all of those things that are meant to and need to be done. I could do that. I should do that. But then there's that thought I have. Which is probably very strange and has never been in any other person's head but mine. But it's a thought that once I complete this task that has been waiting for so long, that there is no going back. Once these things are done, they can't be undone, and my life will never be without them again. And I will be older and even though I'm no longer just sitting, life is still flying by without my permission.
I hate Sundays. Absolutely hate them. Because that is the day where I sit at home and think about how tomorrow is Monday and that it's going to be another five days before I can stay up late and sleep in and eat at irregular hours again. And then I go "Holy crap I just lost another week." Another week of what I love and am used to, being with my family and seeing my friends whenever I want. Sundays mean another week closer to not having these things, having to leave home and grow up and never look back.
Basically, I want to put my life on pause for a while, so I can sit without being stressed and just enjoy everything that is so often taken for granted. But, sadly, I can't see the technology capable of making that happen appearing anytime in my lifetime. So maybe if I stopped just sitting, and added some more stress to my life, I would be less stressed out. It sounds like a horrible plan, but I think that it is so crazy it just might work.

Addicted

The thing about Wheat Thins is that as soon as I see them I get a primal urge to eat the whole box before anyone else has even noticed their presence. I grab the box and smuggle it to a safe place, far from the eyes of my garburator brother. And then I eat. And I will not stop until I am disturbed, or realize that I have become a wheat-crazed animal that needs to be stopped and fast.
When I look at the back of the box and see that I can eat thirteen whole crackers and it wont even be 100 calories, it makes me smile. Because that means I can eat a little more than thirteen crackers and I will only be eating a total of 100 calories and that is pretty damn good for something as tasty as these heavenly crackers. And after these thirteen crackers I decide that it would be much better to just eat another thirteen instead of something horribly unhealthy such as a donut or an equally carb-and-fat-filled delight. And it is, after all, just another hundred calories. I can do this, I think.
And then I usually stop. After a reasonable 26 crackers. And I sit there being proud that I am satisfied and I didn't have to resort to a cookie. Or potato chips. I begin to do something else, usually something very un-fun, such as homework. And I sit there thinking about math and how I should eat another wheat thin. Just one. Because what harm would that do? None. That is correct.
And then I eat three Wheat Thins. Because it is hardly worth it to get wheat stuck in your teeth for an hour just to eat one measly cracker. But three isn't bad, really. There aren't even 100 calories in thirteen!
And this is why my mother rolls her eyes when I ask ever so nicely for my precious crackers. Because I do it every time. No matter how hard I try.
Ladies and gentlemen, I am addicted to Wheat Thins.