When I was in college, my car could pretty much drive itself to the Taco Bell up the street from my apartment. Back then, I liked my orders plain and boring – chicken or beef tacos, a side order of nachos, and a Sierra Mist. Satisfying, cheap, and I would be lying if I didn’t say, “fun.” It was perfectly acceptable to eat Taco Bell as a college student.
I’m 14 years older and not much has changed, except that I live in a house as opposed to an apartment. A Taco Bell is still located “right up the street” and I still like my orders semi-boring – shredded chicken burrito, nothing fancy, no additions or changes, just as-is. Oh, and with a Sierra Mist. The only thing is, I can’t eat the stuff without feeling like a total loser. I mean, I’m 32, I have a good job, I’m a grown woman who should be eating Panera (which I do), but when there’s a Taco Bell directly across the street from overpriced salads and sandwiches, and no matter how hard I try to ignore the craving I’m having for a shredded chicken burrito, what am I supposed to do?
I ‘LIVE MAS.’
The once-per-week burrito scenario goes a little something like this:
(Insert any time of day.) I’m hungry. I’m lazy. I need something fast. I could have crackers. Or pretzels, or nuts, or an orange, or yogurt.
that’s not fun, though.
I’d really like some Taco Bell. But should I be eating this crap?
… it doesn’t taste like crap to me.
I’m 32. I should be putting better, higher quality, healthier things into my body. But I don’t drink or smoke, so I’ve got that going for me.
Yes, I want nothing else but Taco Bell. This will make me happy.
I can’t believe I’m still eating this.
I should be cooking. Or eating something I already have on hand.
My mom would probably be disappointed that I ate this for lunch. or dinner. or ever.
… Oh look, it’s getting closer now. Burrito and Sierra Mist are in full view. I should probably go somewhere else. I’m actually feeling embarrassed that I’m doing this. But why?
Right lane goes to Panera, Left goes to Taco Bell. My car literally just turned itself toward the left.
Still ashamed of my college habit that won’t die. Still headed toward the drive-thru.
DONE. ORDERED. I’ve done it again. Too late to turn back now. Especially now that there’s a car behind me.
PAID FOR. Hurry and eat, and enjoy, and now it’s gone. Whew! (and woohoo!!!!!)
In the past. I should stop eating this. This is the last time, yes, yes it is.
No, no it’s absolutely not.
I have to believe there are other folks who still order happy meals and other such, though they’re well into adult years. AmIRIGHT?