I’ve never been addicted to anything before. Sure, I say stuff like “I AM SO ADDICTED TO ________,” but it’s mainly hyperbole. Sure, I love cheesy bread, cheesy pasta, and yes, cheese in general, but I can go without them… at least for a little while.

I’ve never been one for alcohol, cigarettes made me gag that one time I tried them, and I don’t have money for gambling so it’s never really been an issue. I have, however, fallen into the typical young adult trap of energy drinks. I admit, when I become tired, the first thing I crave is a Red Bull. Between classes I can often be found drinking a Monster (there’s no Red Bull on campus– CONSPIRACY!).

After work today (ugh, by the way, UGH!), I grabbed a Red Bull, as per usual. Not as per usual, my parents picked me up (usually they are much too busy~ to do this). The first thing my mom says to me is “Don’t bring that into the car. Drugs are not allowed in this car or in my house.”

I stood there for a second, hurt. How dare she insult Red Bully that way! He was my friend! He was helping me be a better person and achieve my dreams! What had she done for my dreams lately? Nothing. Had she sat up with me through the night before my Flash project was due? No. Who did? Red Bull. I considered turning around and storming off in the opposite direction. I hoped that I could stand at the bus stop and it would rain and then they’d feel bad for being mean to me and Red Bull. Instead, I looked her straight in the eye, threw back my head and chugged the Red Bull. Then we both got into the car and Dad gave me some socks.

Ho hum.

Uhhh… where was I? Oh!

So, am I addicted to Red Bull? Well, you tell me. If “addiction” means loving something so much you’re willing to give up your family and friends and other hobbies for it, then colour me “addicted.” SEE IF I CARE.