Must be the human nature, but it still pisses me off that I cannot break this nasty habbit of wanting what’s out of my reach for some reason.
Could be anything, from sugar cravings on periods I am denying myself the pleasure, to the obsession of having a dog when my lifestyle is completely incompatible with the responsibility, a man that ignores me, or an expensive piece of clothing when I’m soooo poor.
So am I supposed to trust my own mind in these situations? Do I want it because I really want it, or do I want it because I can’t have it?
Andy Warhol says: “As soon as you stop wanting something, you get it.”
Problem is… I stop wanting something the minute I find something else out of reach to replace it. It’s just a question of convincing myself that I want a lettuce instead a whole chunk of tasty chocolate.
Yeah. Good luch with that.