Hit limit. Every cabinet, cubby, corner/subsidiary purse, pouch, pencil case, glove box full. Bars, bars, all kinds of bars.
Ultimate favorite, not pictured: paradise blue-wrapper über Coconut Macaroon.
Difficult break habit–not habit of eat sweetie bars, habit of buy bars every time leave house. As if afraid run out, but quite certain not run out. Bars everywhere. Whole Foods, Shaw’s, Target, gas station.
Yet urge tenacious. Like Smurfs! I really should get one of the tooth-brushing ones, because I brush my teeth. Wait, now there’s a tooth-brushing Smurfette? I really should get the tooth-brushing Smurfette, because I brush my teeth and I’m a girl. Shit, not there’s a Smurfette playing tennis? I really should…
Fourteen bars: that’s not so many. This is merely a representative sample of flavors on hand. 6 – 24 of each variety are currently in my possession, and I accidentally just bought 26 more (a sale!), and can’t find a place to cram them, and that’s what made me notice that this has become a pathology.
You know these things are not low carb, right? Right. But ostensibly I am purchasing them for my children. If I am honest with myself, I am the only one interested in the übers. And when I saw übers on sale at Shaw’s for $1 each, I bought all of them. It’s like when Joe bought all of the merino wool Patagonia socks at all of the TJ Maxxes, and now we can’t close our dresser drawers.
Does this give you some perspective on other people in your life who hoard idiosyncratic things? Absolutely not. Hoarding is repulsive. Except for test strips, sensors, mason jars, merino wool socks, and snacky bars.