I remember when I first went away to college (eleven years ago? dang) I reveled in all those luxuries that are typically denied of youth. I had ice cream, milkshakes, and pizza constantly. I didn’t fold my clothes. I played video games like it was my job.
Slowly those things faded away and I mostly realized that life is better when it’s organized and fairly well rounded. These days I appreciate vegetables, I prefer productivity to video games, and cleanliness is respected – even if it’s not perfectly adhered to. Since then, I’ve settled into a somewhat sustainable zone of maturity that would make my parents proud.
Except for the fact that I still find nothing more satisfying than chocolate cake for breakfast. Add a cup of coffee? SHUT UP YES. DELICIOUS.
It’s like a theme park of sugar and caffeine in my mouth and I love it. Maturity? You can take the hallway wrestling matches. Take the handstand kicking duels and the 4am ultimate frisbee games. You can have the exploding gingerbread houses and the Ramen Noodle Iron Chef tournament. But hands off my breakfast of chocolate cake and coffee. Hands off.
This one’s mine.