So I have this friend, and this friend drinks chocolate milk religiously every night. I don't exactly know the deeper meaning as to why, but for now it's just because it's taste good and everyone has to feed their addiction. Anyway, when you start to hang around people a lot, you eventually pick up some of their habits. Needless to say, lately I've been craving chocolate milk.
As I laid on my desk illegibly doing my history homework, I came to the end of my attention span (of 5 minutes) and decided to get up and go to the kitchen to do a couple things. When I got there I forgot what I went to the kitchen for (I still can't remember) but suddenly decided to make myself some chocolate milk. I spooned the chocolate power into my mug, just two small spoonfuls and looked into my mug wondering if this would be enough. Immediately my mind went back, as if the soon to be chocolate milk was a time machine. I remembered how as I kid it never seemed like enough chocolate powder to quench your chocolate thirst when the milk was poured, and how you always wanted to put three scoops in when your mom only put two.
I didn't feel the urge to put another spoonful in my mug.
When we mature and grow, do we gain control? Or do we simply follow the rules more?
I thought about this for a minute. Of course there is no rule as to how much chocolate powder you can put into your glass, but it had always been just two spoonfuls for me. Did I just grow accustomed to the taste of only two spoonfuls that's I didn't crave another? Do I now follow without feeling? Or is this simply chocolate milk and I'm over thinking? I'm not sure, but there's something lost in the transition from a child to a young adult, that'd I'd like to put my finger on. Maybe it's something gained. In any case, tonight, chocolate milk seemed like the bridge.
I put another spoonful in and mixed the milk.
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