Petrol Station! (Blog 366)

As is often the case for me, the rest of this month will probably turn out to be fairly uneventful, so what do I do to get my at least four blogs a month done? Blog about going to a petrol station of course! How did the trip make me feel? How did it make me grow as a person? It IS something. Surely better than nothing, and surely better than the moral crime of only blogging rarely. So I’m saying other bloggers out there who do less work than me are bad people? Yes. They’re probably not as foolish and irrational as me statistically speaking, I admit it, but on the whole I am better. Hopefully Easter will be celebrated this weekend as my brother’s family will finally be coming home from holiday, and on a darker note, I should be going to the dentist’s on Monday. So at least, I should be able to write about that. Unless my appointment gets moved again, which would be annoying. I just want to get it out of the way! Speaking of the dentist, I drove there the other day as my dad told me the route would be massively changed because of roadworks. His attempted psych-terrorism didn’t work! The drive was easy!

As you may have been expecting, in the petrol station I ordered some hash browns. They really are very good. Some days I get more than others for exactly the same price, but the quantity I get appears to be random. I could do an experiment where I’m rude to staff on some days and nice to them on others, to see if that effects the amount I get, but I guess the staff don’t deserve it. So I’ll never know for sure. Unless maybe I’m in a really bad mood and am unintentionally rude, which does happen sometimes. As I had to wait exactly 3 minutes and 30 seconds for my super snack to be cooked, I had time to browse the sugary treats on offer and how many calories they had. To my surprise a very decent amount of mini chocolate eggs had 100 less calories than a muffin! How about that? It’s like you’re getting something for nothing! I also bought some crisps! No need to buy any fruit as I bought a load on bulk when I went shopping with my dad earlier, so I didn’t have to pay.

So… How did all that make me grow as a person? It certainly didn’t make me any less stingy, but I think it made me just that little bit more open-minded and sensible when it comes to muffins and mini eggs, etc. More health conscious? Not really, I mainly fear foods that are very sugary because of what they do to my teeth, not so much what they do to my physical health. There is simply no chance of me getting diabetes as intense gym sessions keep sugar in its place and stop it rising to dangerous levels. I’m not saying I’m better than people with diabetes as that would be truly horrible and I mean really, honestly I’m not just saying that, but at very least I can be positive about my physical health. My mental health not so much, obviously. How did the petrol station make me feel? Pretty good, actually. Yes, I knew exactly what I was getting with the potatoes AND crisps, but still I was looking forward to them anyway. Always do. Yum yum.

When I got home, I tried out my more than plentiful mini chocolate eggs, and I really do think I got more food than a muffin. Very strange. For that reason alone, I will be getting some more again. Weirdly, I find that not only does chocolate not fill me up, it seems to make me hungrier. However, I don’t think foul play is at hand. In that respect, I like to think I’ve grown as a person, too. When I was fifteen, I would be convinced cocaine was placed in the sweets. Before treatment, it would only have been worse. How so? Maybe I’d think the sweets were bombs, I don’t know. What’s worse? Thinking that kind of thing constantly or needing two hours more sleep because of the medication treating me? I’d have to say the former. Ok, now all that has been typed up, I’ve eaten everything! Now I’ve grown in the literal sense! :D At least a tiny bit, anyway. I think that’s all there is to say! Bye!