Points of Deprivation

I was one of four people riding the encapsulated heat of a late model sedan.   Absorbing and amused by the car's culture.   My daily anxiety appeared to be suspended until we got to the fast food drive-through ....with my wearable cotton clinging to my back...I began to want to demand the previously ordered soda...I needed the sugar to dissolve my assumed backlogged anxiety...

Hearing the other passengers rumble with their desires while (very much) desiring my soda... made me think we may all have points of deprivation .... ranging from biological addiction to thought to be addictions....reactions may equally vary