Mcdonalds Addiction

I am fully aware of the fact that I am obsessed with McDonald’s. This addiction is a trait that most people would not think to characterize themselves as, but I sometimes crave the food that comes from that heavenly drive-thru window. That window not only bestows rich and decadent flavors upon me, but it also grants me the ability to return to my home and not worry about the labor that is needed to make my own food. As a student, I lack the time needed to cook my own meals, and fast-food, like McDonald’s, is like a life preserver floating in the bottomless ocean of school work I am drowning in. I’m not only “loving it,” but I'm needing it.

I did not immediately think of myself as any different compared to my colleagues, but I soon began to

realize that my colleagues were disgusted with the mere idea of setting foot in the establishment. I think to myself, “How can someone not enjoy those crispy and golden hash browns from the breakfast menu?” I am clearly different. I am the only black sheep in a meadow full of purely white lambs. When I spend time with my companions, I resist the urge to even mention the fast-food chain that oversees my desires. I suppress the yearning feeling I feel deep inside when I see the glowing gold arches posted in the sky like the gates of heaven.
As my friends continue to persuade me to go the gym with them, or change my unhealthy eating habit, I question myself internally. Is this addiction impacting my friendships? In future years, I am fully aware my current decision will negatively influence my health, but until then, I will continue to fulfill my cravings for McDonald’s. I have come to terms and internalized my obsession. It is a curse that is one of the many aspects of my identity.