Sparkling Water
I’m obsessed with sparkling water. There is nothing I enjoy more on a warm summer’s day than a lovely glass of ice cold sparkling water. There’s something about the bubbly feeling of the water. The slight prickling sensation as thousands of tiny air pockets explode on your tongue. The slight afterimage of pain as the water goes down your throat.
I don’t like pain. I can barely eat spicy food. I can’t even have sriracha for goodness sake. But for me sparkling water is the pinnacle of beverage making. It’s odd because it’s undeniable that there is a little bit of pain involved in the drinking of sparkling water, particularly when it’s over carbonated. Even so, I am disgustingly addicted to the feeling of carbonated water.
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One thing I’m a little ashamed to admit is that I can barely drink normal water. As with many of the obsessions I endlessly feed, I’m a little bit addicted to carbonated water. Sparkling water is one of the only ways I’m actually able to motivate myself to drink water. There’s a certain interest involved in drinking a beverage with a unique texture, that I can never get in normal drinks. The only non sparkling water I can bring myself to drink is cold water.
I’m pretty sure I have an addictive personality. One part of me wants to try genuinely addictive things, but the rational part of me knows that I would get hooked in moments. One of the hardest months of my life is when I tried to kick my obsession with reading fanfiction. I managed it for the extent of the month, then fell right back into it. I don’t think I’ve gone a single week without reading at least an hour’s worth since.
I’m the type of person who has two types of interests: the ones that come and go and the ones that never leave. For a few weeks I become obsessed with something, or the idea of it. This whole challenge frankly was a passing interest I tried to turn real. But sometimes I hook onto something and I’m never able to let it go. That’s sparkling water for me. I will be eighty years old wasting money on a water carbonation machine just to feed my relentless craving for more interest in my water. That’s why I’ll never be able to go gambling or drink alcohol, there’s no guarantee I’ll ever be able to get myself out of the hole I’ve dug myself into.
