I officialy have an unnatural love of beef products. It's actually gross. It doesn't matter if its a Slim Jim, Jack's Link or Oberto, I will gobble it up and love every minute of it. This love extends mostly to beef sticks and jerky. I have a particular obsession with peppered beef jerky because, well, I also love pepper. The other day, however, this preference for processed meat pushed itself to the limit. I had to go down into the basement of our student union center. I needed to pick some things up at the bookstore and on my way I decided I should stop at our pizza/snack place and indulge in a personal package of Oberto teri jerky. I chewed happily on my snack as I roamed the bookstore, finding the things I needed. When it came time to get in the checkout line I noticed the bookstore had an array of beef products near the register. Now, what should happen in normal people is this internal dialogue: "Man those cocktail pep sticks look good... but I did just polish off a bag of jerky. Maybe next time." What happened in my head: "Man, those cocktail pep sticks look good... I've gotta have 'em!" So I bought them. After eating several of the sticks I knew it had been a bad decision. But I saw the decision through to the end and had finished off the bag by the end of the night. I am now on an official self-imposed beef product restriction. It's really for the best.
