Don’t give me any, don’t do it! You don’t want to see the person I become when those things are at hand, at my reach. I thought I would be able to stay away from them, but it’s hard, much harder than I thought it would be. The first two weeks were a cinch; I was doing fine. Some days I even found myself not thinking about them at all. Then week three came, my worst nightmare. My roommates and I went to the market...a mistake I’ll never live down. I tried my best to avoid them, so the temptations couldn’t get me, but then my roommate said something that changed our lives forever...”I really want some cookies, let’s buy some.” The next few days were a blur in my memory. It’s as if someone...something took over me. I remember only being able to think of those cookies, in line at the market, on the ride home, at home just staring at the cupboard. I couldn’t handle it anymore, something inside of me got released. I ripped off the cupboard doors, took the cookies, ripped off the plastic, and then I blacked out. The rest of the night was a blur; the cookies had taken over. All I remember is waking up the next morning, covered in chocolate and cookie crumbs, with empty cookie trays everywhere. Never again, no more markets, no more stores, no more gas stations, I’m staying as far away from those things as I can, so no one has to meet the other side of me...the cookie monster.
P.S.: I actually ended up eating all the cookies we bought in less than 2 days...they were too delicious...my bad! Also, a little background information for those who don’t know, but both my parents work for major cookie companies, Kraft (Christie) & Voortman. We basically have boxes of cookies in the house 24/7. Living somewhere where we can’t really get cookies that easily and that they are not as popular here...SAD!
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