Instant Gratification
I’ve always had a problem with this. Perhaps It’s generational- everything we could ever want is given to us in less than 60 seconds with a gray bar racing to it’s fulfilled end, depicting just how fast those 60 seconds will go. Perhaps it’s just me. (I like to think it’s the former).
Even in college, on the way home from grocery shopping, I, even behind the driver’s seat, could not wait to tear into a box if Cheez-Its, a pack of string cheese, or a nice creamy Baby Bell. (Or maybe I just have an obsession with cheese? See future posts for assurance.)
Or, perhaps it was a trip to the ice cream shop. “Perhaps I should dig into this while I’m still in the car”, prying the top off my sundae, less than 5 minutes from home, but unable to wait. Did this ice cream taste better in the car with the scent of Subaru fabric wafting up my nostrils with the burning of the clutch my father replaced three times stinging my senses in the background? (Probably burning because I was too focused on anything and everything else around me). Was I a prime example of our primordial ancestors unable to control raw desires? (Both sexual and ice cream)
