Everybody who knows me well understands how crazy I am about KFC – my wildest childhood “wet” dream(way before actual wet dream age) was about me swimming in an ocean weaved by the skins of KFC chickens(the original flavor, of course). I think if I ask AI to paint a picture of this today, it will probably politely reject my request due to the intensity of the foulness.

Fast forward to today, KFC Singapore happens to be the first one that offers a buffet style feast. It goes without saying that I waited and pounced for a seat of it when the sales started a few weeks back. But somehow, after that, there hasn’t been much of expectation built up, no sleeplessness the night before, no fasting to make room in my stomach. During the meal, I did enjoy all the chicken the same way I had KFC most of the times, and I was able to stop just before I got uncomfortably stuffed and can’t even look at fried chicken for a month. So everything started and ended very peacefully – no over excitement, no let-down, just OK.

This got me thinking – what happened to me? Am I just…old? or stressed out? or become a boring uncle? I don’t think so, not quite yet. It’s basically these facts:

• I am not a 5 year old any more, KFC is not a random surprise that I don’t have control of
• I don’t have the appetite of a 16 year old, and over several incidents I finally learned my lesson to stop while feels
• Technically, my income allows me to have a KFC buffet anytime I wanted, from a long time ago(it’s really much cheaper than any other real buffets)
• I’ve grown a mental mapping of the nutritional facts about fried chicken(in fact I started with coleslaw salad today – a jaw-dropper for the younger me)

Simply put, that’s the price I pay for to become a grown-up. And a serious reminder for me to unlearn all the BS about “delayed gratification”.

What the hell are you waiting for, or scared of, to live life the way you truly wanted today?

– from nobody, to myself