Doing it unconsciously

It’s almost as if I am intent on chewing this piece of gum until I throw up. Every other ten minutes, I catch myself doing it again, and I pause, thinking about spitting it out. But then I do nothing.

How long can you chew on something that has no flavour left?

Clearly, it has become my forte. I have so much patience nowadays, you can spread me real thin like a piece of latex.

I really hate waiting — the same way I formed an aversion to commuting alone. But I suppose who you’re doing it for matters too. Perceptions will change. The same way I found myself sharing a piece of chewing gum.

I’ve been wondering all week, if I had reciprocated a little more, like he had wanted me too, would I have minded chewing on gum that cycles back tasting a little like nicotine.