Nuke and Puke.

A half-arsed goodbye to microwaveable meals and maccas.

As I write this, I am becoming increasingly aware that I shouldn’t be the one writing this because I have sworn my allegiance to maccas, I swear by the healing effect of salty fries on bad days, and I am supremely unmotivated and untalented when it comes to making meals.
Regardless, I write.
Because the speed at which I have to live life, make and eat my meals is frustrating, and it is a problem of my own making. So it might be worth sharing.

You’ve heard this before an annoying number of times- “You are what you eat”. There is a lot of truth to that.
I am at the moment, salty and highly-processed. (As you can tell.)
(Just so we can make this an exercise for both of us, you might want to ask yourself- “What is my composition?”)

This is the crux of my salty and highly-processed situation-
Ambition and intentional slow-living seem to digest just as well as chalk and cheese. They don’t go well. (Atleast, I think they dont mix well in the current state of affairs.)
So almost always, I choose ambition and quick meals. In other words, I choose to nuke and puke my way through life.

Why do I choose this way of living?
Because I “choose” to live aggressively.
And I am ignorant to an alternative.

Am I about to change this situation and intentionally slow-live?
Maybe on the days I can afford to.
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Of course I’m kidding.
Maybe, on days I “choose” to.

Back to nuking.