It’s becoming a problem.
I don’t know if it’s FOMO, or a manifestation of a hoarding urge or a collecting urge. But I keep wanting to buy more meat. I filled the freezer side of the refrigerator, so in October I bought a 7 cu.ft. freezer; now it’s full.
But the next part of the problem is that it’s acting like a bank. I don’t want to eat any of it, because if I eat it, then I won’t have it. It’s "saved". And I'll be at the supermarket and see something I want and thiunk, "If I get these nice strip steaks, we can have them for dinner and I won't have to thaw a couple." Meanwhile I have all the steaks I cut from the striploin I bought in December.
And if I see something I don’t have, there is a desire for it: "Ooh, Black Hawk has Wagyu flat irons! I should get some for the freezer! Oh, and they have French free range chickens! Mrs Mosca would love those!"
I know I have to stop buying stuff and start eating stuff. At least they're not Precious Moments figurines.
I don’t know if it’s FOMO, or a manifestation of a hoarding urge or a collecting urge. But I keep wanting to buy more meat. I filled the freezer side of the refrigerator, so in October I bought a 7 cu.ft. freezer; now it’s full.
But the next part of the problem is that it’s acting like a bank. I don’t want to eat any of it, because if I eat it, then I won’t have it. It’s "saved". And I'll be at the supermarket and see something I want and thiunk, "If I get these nice strip steaks, we can have them for dinner and I won't have to thaw a couple." Meanwhile I have all the steaks I cut from the striploin I bought in December.
And if I see something I don’t have, there is a desire for it: "Ooh, Black Hawk has Wagyu flat irons! I should get some for the freezer! Oh, and they have French free range chickens! Mrs Mosca would love those!"
I know I have to stop buying stuff and start eating stuff. At least they're not Precious Moments figurines.
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