When I was 18 and started to shop for my own food
The possibilities were endless.
I was no longer required to eat what my parents threw at me. Just the thought that I could buy all of my favorite things was amazing, and taking on a new responsibility really made me feel like a grown up.
So at the time, the grocery store seemed like a magical place where Oreos floated down rivers of orange soda and the candy fairies sang of my bountiful harvest.
I could spend an hour just deciding on what type of snack cake to get. Sure, I didn’t have a ton of money, but I could always fill up on Ramen. Which meant that there was always enough money left over to buy several more cakes.
Did I mention I like cake?
Of course, it’s a bit different now. The magic is gone. The candy fairies have left this barren wasteland in search of greener pastures, and the last thing I need is more responsibility. I just want to get in there and get the hell out as fast as possible while destroying anything that might get in my way.
I cant indulge on cake anymore, so my choices have shrunk to only a few items that are ensured to keep my pantry depressing.
To make matters worse, the price of food has risen drastically, so my food budget doesn’t go as far as it used to. I’d go back to buying nothing but Ramen but the sodium levels would probably kill me.
Plus, my aging body seems to have developed several issues with digesting certain foods. So, my choices for potential food consumption have been reduced even further.
In short, my only option is to either put up with the hassle of going to the store forever, or buy some food seeds and start growing my own food. Maybe I’ll try hydroponics, that would be fun. It’s like farming, but with science.