Addict

I am so addicted to sweet tea. I really thought I could control it, stop whenever I wanted to, but I realize now that that was a lie I was only telling myself. For the last few days, I have been trying to ween myself off of it. But as soon as two o’clock hits, I start tasting that sweet, savory goodness on my tongue.

I know that I can easily put myself out of my misery by driving down to Sonic for Happy Hour, when the drinks are half-priced. But I know I shouldn’t. I mentally wrestle with myself for two hours, trying to stop myself from putting on pants and grabbing my keys. But as soon as four o’clock hits, I’m fine. Happy Hour is over, and I’m safe for another day.

It’s sick. I’m like a dog salivating at a bell. For two hours every day, I’m an addict, shaking and sweating, needing my fix. So far, I have held strong, but I can’t wait until I no longer notice what time it is.