So there was a speaker called Larry. He was an alcoholic who got addicted at 8 years old. He partied hard and apparently, doesn't regret his life of more more more more. More alcohol, more drugs, more sex, more pills. Beer vodka wine pot weed crack (are those the same things...) sex sex pills pills. He just wanted more.
And I think about myself. If I were raised in an alcoholic family, I'd probably be just as addictive. I would want more and more. Just give me one thing, one thing with carbs, and it will be gone. A week's worth of egg bread? Gone in one afternoon. A loaf of raisin bread? Gone in the morning. A bag of carrots? One night. A box of tomatoes? Afternoon snack. Sushi buffet? Leftovers are mine. I can eat it all. But it has to be the same. Throw in a strawberry, I'll reject it. Meat for the bread, I'll throw it away. Icecream? Not even a consideration. Even bubble tea, I'll dump it all down the drain. All four dollars and fifty cents. Sometimes I wonder what will happen when I have even more control of what I eat.
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