It is ordinary. Nothing stellar about this story. Just another girl. Just another body.
I like eating good food. I could spend hours in restaurant – by myself even- just enjoying each bite. Lost in a world completely mine, oblivious to time, and always wishing food could stay warm forever so that every bite taken could be savored longer, make the experience last longer than it normally does.
It’s almost sinful, this insatiable appetite for all things good and rich and sweet. A perfect bite causes an explosion of flavor and provides the experience of the perfect blend of texture in my mouth. It’s a feast for the senses all around.
It makes me forget.
But it all sounds like moving from one addiction to another. Everything I get into sounds like the ultimate extra sensory experience. And I just float from one thing to the next, chasing after oblivion like it was all that mattered.
I just want to get away from it all sometimes. It’s so painfully unexceptional. The past few weeks have been spent looking into my life and what it means. I’m twenty eight and still just like everyone else.
