2002-10-30 10:17 a.m.
I have had a strange longing since I woke up. It is the intense longing to eat doughnuts until I am very, very sick.
I will not eat them slowly. If I ate then slowly, I would only be able to eat maybe two or three at the absolute most before I felt the dull pain in my stomach and lethargy assume control of my limbs. Instead I will eat the doughnuts as quickly as possible. That way I can pack in as many as five or six or seven before I feel nauseated for the whole day. My stomach is sensitive like that, and I hate my stomach for this. That is why it must be tricked—deceived.
Eating them rapidly and one after another allows me the joy of eating many doughnuts. Perhaps the quantity can serve as an almost–substitute for the quality one gets when enjoying each bite deliberately, slowly—not that I can remember what that even feels like. To gluttons, addicts, and abusers, restraint exists only in theory—it is as mythical as world peace and the existence of teenage girls whose self–esteem has not been thoroughly raped by the media.
I think I better go to the doughnut place and see what happens. But, I will be smart and only carry $1—enough money for no more than one deep–fried cake unit. Sure, once I got there I could flirt or panhandle for more money if I felt desperate enough. But, I probably won't.
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