An Intervention

I know. I know.
 I know I have a problem. And this problem has been occurring for a long time...I think I was about as young as 5 or 6 when I first used...I stopped for a long time, but the craving just came back full force into my young adulthood. Its a real problem, and Its now time I address the problem, and the first step is admitting it. Alright. Deep breath. I can do this. 

Hi, My name is Robby, and I'm addicted to Swedish Fish. 

I'm not kidding. You know those red, yummy, delicious fish in that shiny yellow bags with that classic font reading...."Swedish Fish"? Yeah. Im very obviously addicted to them. Ask any of my friends, anyone who follows me on twitter, my parents, the people I went to school with...I have a problem with swedish fish!

Maybe a year ago, I wanted to grab a snack from Seven Eleven. Innocently enough, I grabbed a bag of Swedish Fish and thought "I haven't had these in forever! Whats one bag gonna hurt, right?". 
Nope. I was wrong. I was so wrong. I buy these things constantly, If I don't have them when I want them, I talk about them usually until they're in my possession. Its bad. I do not get tired of eating them. I'm eating them right now as I write this blog post. 

I remember about two weeks ago, my boyfriend Ian and I ventured to the beach with some of his close friends and his siblings, Emily and Adam. When it came time for lunch, we went to subway and boom. The craving struck. I had to have some Swedish Fish. Ian and Emily thought it was totally ridiculous, but hear me out, I have a problem, remember? We walked to Walgreen's and I almost had a withdrawal right there in the store when I couldn't find them. Eventually I found them and payed for them in whatever change was left in my wallet. I spent literally my last penny on Swedish Fish. 

I drug Ian through Walmart because I was looking for the 6 pound bag of Swedish Fish they had the last time I was shopping for groceries. The 6 pound bag was not there, and needless to say, my heart was broken. I mended that wound with a large bag of fish.

Although my addiction is real, and its ongoing, I'm not greedy! I always ask the people around me "Hey, want a fish?" This is the kind of question that If you don't know me very well, you'd be confused and ask for an explanation.  But most of my friends and family will accept a fish or two when I offer. 

Perhaps one day this addiction will subside. I doubt it. I mean c'mon, they're a fat free snack, they don't melt in the hot Florida climate, and they don't leave any sticky or weird feeling on your hands. You always know what to expect when you eat a Swedish Fish. Sweet, sweet happiness. 

Love Always, B