“Lucky you didn’t work on Friday. Red Bull had a really big party here. There was Red Bull everywhere.”
Would it have been THAT torturous for me? No. I haven’t had a Red Bull since my “ban” at work. It was just my “go to” beverage there.
I’ve had people ask me if I secretly work for Red Bull since I blog about it frequently, and tweet about my cravings for it. No. I do not work for Red Bull. I don’t even know if I like it anymore. Yes I am aware that my obsession with talking about it is weird.
I think a big part of me WANTING it is because I’ve been told I cannot have it., and you always want what you can’t have…right?
Upon hearing about my “ban” at work, a bartender made a comment that I found really interesting.
“Are you choosing not to have Red Bull, or are you letting someone tell you that you can’t have it?”
Well…that was a good point. After much deliberation and discussion, I decided that even if I wanted a Red Bull and COULD have one, I would choose not to…(and also if I did, I’d be sent home and suspended, and I wouldn’t want that). I’ve had people offer to sneak it to me, and truth be told if I REALLY wanted to have one I could and would…but maybe I just like being told that I can’t. How long will this ban last? I do not know.
Hopping from one vice to another is like switching seats on the Titanic: You’re going down no matter what.