Secret facts

I don't drink soda. I don't like a lot of sugary or strongly-flavored drinkthings. I don't tend to buy myself junk food. But I have a weirdo little thing for root beer. I bet it has to do with my weird childhood or my mom or something, and if this was a better, more thoughtful blog I would unpack all that. But every now and again, things get to feeling a little off in my life and I start to want it. I feel it coming on. I notice having a taste for it for days before I finally indulge. 

It's kind of my limit break. I know that sounds dumb, but a strangely-high proportion of the sad breakdown scenes in my life involve sitting in my car, crying into a flipping root beer. Today wasn't quite like that with the crying, but it did involve me making a paltry excuse to leave the house and company and drive to Food Lion to buy a fancy root beer and proceed to taking too long sitting in the parking lot drinking it alone. Run-on sentences. Dazzling composure.

I like all root beer, but especially I like the dippy fancy varieties that come in detailed bottles like they're hipster microbrews. The summer I worked as the office manager/lifecoach for the washed up, druggie landscaper, I got turned on to the nicer varieties that he used as a place-holder to make himself feel better about his shaky sobriety. Dominion brewery makes a type that I like. Some of them even come in fourpacks with cute names. There's even one with a bear. (A bear.) Really, they all taste the same---I mean---at the end of the day, it's all just root beer.

It's so oddly comforting. It makes me so simply happy. I feel just like a kid. It's like, fuck yeah, I don't even know what this flavor is. Things go as they go, but at least there's the small, plain fact that I can always sit in my car, drink a dumb kid's drink, and think about the couple of things that make me happy.

So there's my confession and the resulting documentation and yeah, my shirt is about a dragon.

*I know you will be pleased to note that I'm now once again packing camera so I can fulfill this blog's primary function of posting stupid pictures of things in my life.

**Ominous announcement/notes for myself: soon, end-of-year recap, soon, resolutions.