I’m halfway through my stint in Marvel Loch and I gotta tell you guys, I’ve fallen in love. Over the last three weeks I’ve been having a satisfying and delicious love affair. No, it’s not with a married man (contrary to popular belief), but it is in fact with something much more reliable and trustworthy, something that will never break my heart and something that won’t make false promises and lead me into a false sense of security; I have to overwhelmingly confess that I’ve been having a love affair with Peanut Butter. Not just any peanut butter, oh no; Kraft Crunchy Peanut Butter.
Let me elaborate: I never really liked peanut butter; it was always something I was intrigued by and it was always something I wanted to like but could never quite enjoy the taste as much as others could. Over the last year or so though I’ve softened to the crunchy yet smooth, nutty yet sweet delicacy and have succumbed to its addictive properties. I first began acquiring the taste when I moved back home, stealing teaspoons from the tub I found at the back of the kitchen cupboard, spreading it on carrots and celery instead of gorging on chocolate biscuits, then moving on to more adventurous endeavours such as having it on toast (rebel). And it satisfied a hunger. And I began to crave more.
Once I reached Marvel Loch then, I’d been without peanut butter for around two or three weeks, so I couldn’t believe my luck when I found an abandoned tub in the pub’s kitchen fridge. Assured I could take it with no repercussions, I whipped it from the shelf and carried it back to my donga. I spread it on toast; I ate it out of the tub with a spoon, I mixed it with banana and enjoyed it for breakfast – you could say I was hooked.
Like falling in love with a married man, or like falling for that guy you never thought you’d be able to look at in a romantic light, peanut butter has grown on me…to the point where I want it every day, and to the point where I can’t ever imagine a time when I didn’t like it. I bought a new tub last week, and seven days later it’s gone – my greed and gluttonous heart ruling over my sensible head. And I want more. I need more. I’m craving peanut butter when I shouldn’t be. And I know our love affair can’t last forever. It can’t because it’ll be damaging for my health. So I’ve decided with a heavy heart I will not be buying another tub of peanut butter this week. It pains me to reject the tasty treat but I’ll try and abstain and I’ll just have to go cold turkey for a while. It’ll be hard, but with only four weeks left in Marvel Loch, I’m determined to kick the habit.
This blog post was written partly as a metaphor of some kind and partly as a distracting stop-gap. Nothing noteworthy has occurred in Marvel Loch over the last week and I’m struggling to find ways to jazz up my gym visits and elaborate on my work shenanigans in order to make for good reading, so feel free to interpret this piece in whichever way you like. There may be some hidden meanings in it, there may be subliminal underlinings, there may be some sort of message in there…or it may sincerely just be about peanut butter. You decide.
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