i am addicted to water the way some people are to cigarettes.
i carry my nalgene like a security blanket.
i drink two or three of those a day(which is over half a gallon), and the more stressed out i am, the more i drink.
i get really anxious when i don’t have any within reach.
i don’t like talking to people without a glass of it on the table, or if we’re someplace walking, i want a bottle of it in my hand.
i don’t even need to always be drinking it, i just have to have it available.
i doubt if this will get me on an episode of My Strange Addiction…but i still don’t think this is normal.
not bad though; my vice is healthier than any other possible one. =]
“Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress. Water is not a solid wall, it will not stop you. But water always goes where it wants to go, and nothing in the end can stand against it. Water is patient. Dripping water wears away a stone. Remember that, my child. Remember you are half water. If you can’t go through an obstacle, go around it. Water does.”