Frailty

Potato Chips.
The Snack of the Millennia.

"Hey, no more snacks later, okay? No midnight snack for you."

Mom told me this before she went to bed. I was still up working on my computer.
I like working at night because that's how I function lately. With the heat of the summer beating down on the world as long as it sits in the sky, I prefer working nights when its much cooler.

But what she just said upset me. I'm not sure why. It just made me upset.
I thought how dare she prevent me eating a midnight snack.
I thought why should I refrain from having a snack when I work nights - people go hungry when working.
I thought there goes my night life...
I was upset.
I didn't say anything though.

I realized after moments of thinking, I was upset not because I couldn't eat - I was upset by the mere fact that I was withheld. That I was refrained from doing what I want. That this certain freedom has been abstained. That I was refuse this right.

I still didn't say anything.

I'm 230 pounds I can and should go a night without eating, right?