It's 11:30 at night and I'm hungry.
When you're in college it's an easy fix. You walk to one of the dozen places open after 9 p.m. or they can even deliver food to you (sometimes until 4 in the morning).
But not when you're an adult. No, when you're an adult and living in the suburbs working a job you hate, you're stuck being hungry at 11:30 p.m. at night with few options. You can
(a) eat the crap you already have in your house,
(b) leave your house and get fast food,
or (c) stay hungry and try to fall asleep.
Option A sucks because all you have in your apartment is bananas, Gatorade, and condiments. (Shut up, I'm going to the supermarket tomorrow.)
Option B is awful because it's cold and I'm tired. And everything except Wendy's closes at 9 p.m. Why doesn't anything in this stupid town stay open at night? I don't want to eat fast food this late at night or ever, really. I mean, I will, but who the hell leaves the house with the intention of eating fast food?
Option C is an option for quitters. And I'm not a quitter unless you count school, relationships, family, and all of my hopes and dreams.
What have we learned from all of this? Your food options suck after college. Never move to the suburbs. Don't be me and make the awful life decisions I have made that landed me in a mental space where I'm blogging about this crap at 11:30 at night.