They are really delicious, though!
I must say that I am glad to have people in my life who shove my resisting self into the blinding rays of ~*TRUTH*~, as I am always happy to sail my good ship Let's Not Think About It Too Hard on the winding river of Denial. Kind of silly, but still true case in point:
(early this week)
KAZ: MAN EATING THE GIANT BAG OF GRADE-A WALNUTS THAT DAD GAVE ME IS FANTASTIC. BEST SNACK EVER, AND EVEN BETTER WITH ALL THE MÜSLI I EAT *munches throughout the day*
(later in the week)
KAZ: MAN I AM SOMETIMES GETTING A WEIRD FEELING IN MY CHEST. SURELY IT CAN'T BE FROM ALL THE WALNUTS, RIGHT? SHOULD I GOOGLE "WHAT HAPPENS WHEN I EAT TOO MANY NUTS IN A SHORT PERIOD OF TIME"? NAWWW SOMETHING THIS DELICIOUS COULD NEVER BE BAD *drizzles more honey on them, munches*
(today)
KAZ: HEY cheshire_tabby, IT'S NOT A BAD THING, RIGHT?? I MEAN, THERE IS STILL A THIRD LEFT IN MY BAG...
OLGA: ...actually, it isn't the best idea. At all. You should probably stop.
KAZ: .........DAMMIT.
Especially now that I checked and it actually was a 1 kg bag. Maaaan, I had this nice delusion going that it was less. And now I have to buy new snack food to mix things up a bit, even though I was trying to nom my way through the mass I already have. I still have two more 1kg bags of almonds and pine nuts, as well as a 250g pack of salted macadamias...
In other less blatantly ridiculous news,
I have somewhat come to terms with the fact that I am a bad twenty-something who generally is not a fan of clubbing, drinking alcohol and basically anything that ends with me running around town alone at night (especially when it's cold). Of course there are exceptions from time to time and I am not that misanthropic yet, but man do I generally feel better when I am spending the evening at home being comfortable. I mean, if one does something at night, what's wrong with just a nice dinner eating out? I suppose that my main beefs just are:
- I don't like the taste of alcohol (barring a few exceptions that don't actually have all that much alc in them), don't have the tolerance for it and thus don't enjoy spending money for it (shit ain't cheap, either!)
- I hate the smell of smoke and how it seeps into your hair and your clothing
- I hate how I'm always fucked up the next day, just from tiredness alone. Always brings my sleeping rhythms out of whack
- The music nearly never is as good as you'd want/expect/need. Everything is cramped and sweaty, which makes you thirsty, which results in needing to buy more drinks
Maybe I've just always had Not Ideal/ambivalent clubbing experiences, maybe I am jaded and already lazy, I don't know. Or perhaps my main reason is just that I don't like wandering around town alone at night, regardless of what I am doing, and okay-- that IS my main reason. My parents totally succeeded in making me paranoid, hah. There's just always that little voice in my head whispering unsaaaaaaaaaaaaaafe.
TL;DR: I cannot eat anything in moderation and am a total unfun reverse-vampire senior citizen (credit goes to laliandra for that term <33)
(early this week)
KAZ: MAN EATING THE GIANT BAG OF GRADE-A WALNUTS THAT DAD GAVE ME IS FANTASTIC. BEST SNACK EVER, AND EVEN BETTER WITH ALL THE MÜSLI I EAT *munches throughout the day*
(later in the week)
KAZ: MAN I AM SOMETIMES GETTING A WEIRD FEELING IN MY CHEST. SURELY IT CAN'T BE FROM ALL THE WALNUTS, RIGHT? SHOULD I GOOGLE "WHAT HAPPENS WHEN I EAT TOO MANY NUTS IN A SHORT PERIOD OF TIME"? NAWWW SOMETHING THIS DELICIOUS COULD NEVER BE BAD *drizzles more honey on them, munches*
(today)
KAZ: HEY cheshire_tabby, IT'S NOT A BAD THING, RIGHT?? I MEAN, THERE IS STILL A THIRD LEFT IN MY BAG...
OLGA: ...actually, it isn't the best idea. At all. You should probably stop.
KAZ: .........DAMMIT.
Especially now that I checked and it actually was a 1 kg bag. Maaaan, I had this nice delusion going that it was less. And now I have to buy new snack food to mix things up a bit, even though I was trying to nom my way through the mass I already have. I still have two more 1kg bags of almonds and pine nuts, as well as a 250g pack of salted macadamias...
In other less blatantly ridiculous news,
I have somewhat come to terms with the fact that I am a bad twenty-something who generally is not a fan of clubbing, drinking alcohol and basically anything that ends with me running around town alone at night (especially when it's cold). Of course there are exceptions from time to time and I am not that misanthropic yet, but man do I generally feel better when I am spending the evening at home being comfortable. I mean, if one does something at night, what's wrong with just a nice dinner eating out? I suppose that my main beefs just are:
- I don't like the taste of alcohol (barring a few exceptions that don't actually have all that much alc in them), don't have the tolerance for it and thus don't enjoy spending money for it (shit ain't cheap, either!)
- I hate the smell of smoke and how it seeps into your hair and your clothing
- I hate how I'm always fucked up the next day, just from tiredness alone. Always brings my sleeping rhythms out of whack
- The music nearly never is as good as you'd want/expect/need. Everything is cramped and sweaty, which makes you thirsty, which results in needing to buy more drinks
Maybe I've just always had Not Ideal/ambivalent clubbing experiences, maybe I am jaded and already lazy, I don't know. Or perhaps my main reason is just that I don't like wandering around town alone at night, regardless of what I am doing, and okay-- that IS my main reason. My parents totally succeeded in making me paranoid, hah. There's just always that little voice in my head whispering unsaaaaaaaaaaaaaafe.
TL;DR: I cannot eat anything in moderation and am a total unfun reverse-vampire senior citizen (credit goes to laliandra for that term <33)