You know you’re an addict when:
It’s several hours past the usual time you go to bed. Your kiddo is going to be up at the butt crack of dawn, but you can’t go to sleep because you must have your fix. But you can’t find what you need. So you’re searching & searching & searching.
Panicked thoughts are running through your head: “I just had it.” “Where is it?” “Is it in the car?” “I swore it was in my purse.”
Your hands start sweating, your mouth goes dry–please just find my chap stick. Yes, this is all over chap stick.
You run to the car, it’s now 2 hours past your usual bedtime. You don’t care. You need that chap stick. Your lips are screaming at you. You’re miserable. “GOD, please, please I need my chap stick.” It’s not in the car.
You go back to your purse. You’ve already checked there a million times thinking that somehow it’s going to magically appear if you will it to. Finally, you discover TWO tubes of chap stick under the lining of your purse.
How in hell did it get there? You’re frantically searching for holes, your lips are getting more pissed by the moment. You decide to take a pair of scissors to your favorite purse. You can’t find that damn hole. You have no idea how those tubes got under the lining. You cut a tiny hole in the bottom of the purse, dig the chap stick out, and put it to your lips.
“HEAVEN!” your lips scream.
You turn off the lights, lay your head down on your pillow & start thinking about your beautiful purse with the gaping hole in it. And your last thought before you drift off to sleep is, “Absolutely, positively, totally worth it.” And then you sleep happy.
Yeah, that’s when you know that you must.find.chap stick.anonymous.