I often wonder about the mysteries of 'oneself'. As in, how do we get an eternal longing for a bigmac when we are emotionally distraught? Or should I say, how do i get an eternal longing for a bigmac when i am emotionally distraught? Possibly the words 'emotionally distraught' may be used in exaggeration here, but I find it rather amusing. That my body's answer to life's problems is.... a medium bigmac meal. Maybe my subconscious has been brainwashed with nineteen years of advertising and "I'm loving it" Justin Timberlake campaigns. A sad thought.
Nevertheless, every now and then, I get a craving for a medium bigmac meal. Ironically, with a bottle of water, never coke. So I suppose, the water cancels out the bigmac and fries? Theoretically yes.
But once again, the question is left, how does one crave a bigmac? Or have this desire to consume such an entity? It's quite pathetic really, that the human condition has developed a coping mechanism to solve any emotional difficulties by shoving ones face with a heart-attack-waiting-to-happen. Would it be the same if one day I woke up, and felt like 99% fat free strawberry youghurt on bran flakes?? I digress.
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