When half your skin care products are stored in the kitchen. (Coconut oil, baking soda, apple cider vinegar.)
When youve borderline jizzed due to eating the best single source of starch-the white fleshed sweet potato. It left me pondering that no man made processed foods can taste as good and unique as this superfood.
When you go for a long walk on a beautiful day (even though you're not really a "walker") and right at the halfway point you blow out one of your flip flops. You kick them off, toss them in a trash can, and finish off the walk like nothing happened.
When you eat your version of your Big Ass Primal Salad with your hands because you forgot to bring your fork to your otherwise forkless workplace ... in the lunch room front of your colleagues.
When things you do just as another part of life, like walking up the stairs to get upstairs, are viewed as a form of exercise by everyone else.
When you go food shopping on your lunch break (fasting, no need to eat!) and come back and put 5+ pounds of raw lamb ribs in the break room fridge next to the McDonalds leftovers and blueish beverage fluids.
When you don't think of spicy mushroom pate as a "vegetarian thing", but as another way of getting mushrooms and butter into your body.
When you don't "lose" diet arguments online, but people would rather just disappear than admit you're right.
Perfection is entirely individual. Any philosophy or pursuit that encourages individuality has merit in that it frees people. Any that encourages shackles only has merit in that it shows you how wrong and desperate the human mind can get in its pursuit of truth.
I get blunter and more narcissistic by the day.
I'd apologize, but...