Dog Bites and Bee Stings

I feel stuck. I whine and moan about the price of things, like breakfast sandwiches, but I don’t intend on not buying breakfast sandwiches. I get bent over but I do not change my ways. I am saying, with my behavior, that although unpleasant, I will continue with this experience. Same with drinking. I don’t like being hungover but that doesn’t stop me from enjoying beers. It doesn’t have to be this way. The hope that I can change one day gets me by for now. And then I wake up tomorrow and I’m fifty and I’m still the same.