So I just had a shamrock milkshake from McDonalds. It was far too milky and an unsettling shade of green, but it still tasted alright. I also decided to wash this green slosh down with a stack of salty fries. It seemed like a good idea… at the time.
But now here I am as usual. In a sleep-like trance tring to keep the contents of my stomache contained within their fleshy walls.
I do this every time. I try to consume junky food and live to tell the tale. And I manage to make it through, but never without a bump or scratch along the way.
This has got me thinking about how as teenagers we seem to feel “invincible”. We sleep too little, eat like crap and do crazy, dangerous things and still expect to see the light of another day. Wow! I am lucky to have my good health and I probably shouldn’t be abusing it like this just for a few yummy bites followed by a couple more less enjoyable bites followed by a few bites just to get my moneys worth.
So I Ashley, would like to take this moment to let the world know I am greatful to be here, even if I eat toxic slush occassionally and sleep of 20 minutes at night. I’m young, not invincible and probably going to say “McNo” next time I’m asked to go to McDonalds during spare.
*that last one was a lie.