Do cravings, wantings, needings, “just give me a fucking glass of wine-ings” ever truly pass?
As I sit in the airport lounge with a cup of chamomile tea (no judging just yet, hear me out), I can’t help but wonder if that feeling of always wanting more will ever actually fade and completely disappear into the misty memories of time.
What I’d really like is a huge, strong coffee with milk, sugar and a cigarette on the side or better still, a socking great glass of the old vino plus the same side order.
But now of course I’m a grownup, a reformed character, and I am putting my health before my cravings. (Please note the slight smugness …. not an attractive character trait I’m fully aware)
Sadly the heavily caffeinated drinks are out (interstitial cystitis – don’t ask)
Too much sugar is out (negative effect on mood)
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