The past two years have taught me various lessons about adapting to changes, investment, controlling my emotions, love, taking risks and even found the woman I'm going to marry but for the life of me, I still don't have a process for deciding what or when to eat for that matter.
I have a pretty shitty eating regime which basically involves winging it. I eat at pretty much anytime and haven't cared about food classes since my Primary school teacher taught me that shit. I'm pretty sure I eat too much beef because I heard that red meat is bad for my heart, and everything else is just carbs, maybe, I don't even know. I supplement food with alcohol and as far as I can, that shit has been aiding digestion but I could be wrong.
I slave in front of my laptop all day, trying to get some money out of this internet to cater for my basic needs, yet when the money comes, I have no clue about what to eat. My struggle is amplified by the fact that despite living in this place since October of 2018, I'm still not quite comfortable with the meals they have here. First of all, it is a rural area so appearances can be quite unsavoury and secondly, most things don't even taste right to me.
After suffering hunger for a few hours and weighing up all my shitty options, I usually just settle to eat at this ugly clandestine restaurant. The problem now is that with all this Corona shit, moving around has become extra hard, so I can't even go to the shitty restaurant away from my area to get less shitty food.
I'll have to settle for the shitty food I can access in my area, and as much as that shit is killing my soul, it is what I have for now because the other alternative is cooking and I'm sure as hell not ready for that stress. So, in conclusion, fuck my life.
