This is how my mind works, when I become obsessed with something I think about why, so here’s the break down of why I think I’m so obsessed with peppermint. Speaking of peppermint, which from here on out will be called Food of the Gods (FOG)…every time I go to the store in this season it’s all around me. There are entire isles dedicated to FOG’s. There’s peppermint taffy, peppermint and chocolate, peppermint hard, soft, long, short. There’s peppermint for my coffee or tea. It’s everywhere. Why are they torturing me this way?
What if Beauty were to enter a store and see nothing but cake everywhere she turned? Chocolate cake, lemon cake, strawberry, red velvet? Every single isle she went down there was some sort of extraordinary cake perhaps even with roses on them. Could she concentrate or would she be thrown off her shopping game? I think she, like me, would slip in her own drool. She may even slam her bread to the floor, walk out of the store and vow to never return. But the draw is too strong, she, like me, must return. There in lies the problem, what is the draw? Why am I addicted? What deep seeded psychological illness need keeps me up at night pacing as I hear the Food of the Gods call my name in the wintry night? My rosy cheek is pressed against the chilly window as I longingly look into the bitter night of cold. Auussstinnnnn….Auusssstttiinnnnn. I hear you my love. ……..Alright, I think I’m okay now. You don’t need to know my filthy peppermint fantasies.
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