Breakfast Culture Bringing Me Down
I ate a doughnut last week. It was at work, at, maybe, 6:45 in the morning. It was the first doughnut I've eaten since 2002. I'm not sure why I did it, I guess I wanted to fit in, and be friendly with my co-workers. I've been regretting it ever since. So much for the time without doughnuts measure - back to 1 week again, much less impressive than 5 years.
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I think you're imposing a false binary kind of framework onto this event. You are assigning two black-or-white states to your life — "I Eat Doughnnuts" and "I Don't Eat Doughnuts" — and the first doughnut eaten violently takes you (in appearance only) from one state to the other. You should frame your decision in a wider, more nuanced view: the difference between eating zero doughnuts and one doughnut across a five-year span is negligible.
I'm not sure if I actually believe that argument. Substitute "Hold Up a Convenience Store" for "Eat a Doughnut" above, and the whole thing doesn't hold up as well. I guess it's premised on the moral neutrality of the habit you're talking about.
Anyway, what I do believe is that if you're at work at 6:45 in the morning, you get to do anything you damn well please to stay awake and keep your morale up.
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