You know, I think it's a bit of a rite of passage to reach that point in your life where you're trying to just squeak through. You're working your ass off both in school and in a part time job to provide for your future and to provide for the bills. And things are tough. Really tough. You have no social life. You can't afford one even if you had the time (which you don't). And you get home one night and you're hungry, so you go into the kitchen to make a grilled cheese. And the block of cheese is already 2/3 gone. The block you bought a week and a half ago. That has to last you another week. And when it runs out, oh well -- no more grilled cheeses. Because you can't afford the $2.37 to buy another block. And that's when it hits you -- you've officially arrived and recognized that you're in that stage, that rite of passage, where you can't even afford cheese. Where eating becomes less about taste and nutrition and more about getting you through.
But ya know, I gotta admit, I think I'm going to be proud of myself for not only having to go through that rite of passage, but for making it to the other side much better off.
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