I hate adulting

It’s Sunday night and, once again, I am plagued by choices between being a responsible adult (Ego) and indulging my inner child (Id):

I want to eat treats but if I do, I will sabotage my weight loss efforts and feel guilty about it later.

I want to have more wine, but I know I should limit it to two glasses or I’m not going to sleep well and may feel crappy tomorrow morning.

I want to stay up later, but I know I Should go to bed soon, since I have to be up at 4:45am tomorrow for work.

I want to call into work tomorrow and extend my weekend, but I know I shouldn’t waste valuable personal/sick/vacation time and I have things that need to be done at work tomorrow.

I want to buy things on Amazon I don’t need just for the temporary rush of pleasure to counteract the Sunday night, pre-Monday blues, but that’s a total waste of money.

I want to quit my job, sever all ties with society, and move away to a cabin in the middle of the woods, to live out the remainder of my days in peace and solitude, but I can’t because, well, life.

I want to be free to indulge all my wants and desires and likes and not have to keep on doing the grown up thing because it’s the responsible thing to do.

I hate adulting.

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