Chip Dependency

As of right now, I have been going for about a week without Doritos. It's getting to me. I really, really want a bowl of Nacho Cheese-flavored chips. This isn't the longest I've gone without Doritos, but it is the most that their absence has bothered me. The very fact that going without them is bothering me in this way indicates that I am developing (or have developed) a dependency (or something approaching a dependency) on eating the chips. This leaves me with mixed feelings. On the one hand, the prospect of developing a chemical dependency (if not an outright addiction) is horrifying. On the other hand, I really want some Doritos!

I've been feeling varying levels of agitation and frustration at the situation I currently find myself in over the last few days. Going a few days? Fine. Going a full week? That's pushing it. The fact that there is no apparent end in sight only aggravates my thoughts and feelings.

I will go grocery shopping to-, well, later today, actually. This knowledge does little to ease my discomfort and craving. It does something, but only a little something. Honestly, I feel somewhat impatient, knowing what will soon be at hand.

This is sad. Is my life really so empty? Am I really so desperate for direction and function that I've turned to food in an attempt to give my life some meaning? Apparently so. How pathetic.

Of course, I'm not sure to what extent Doritos would actually qualify as food. I remember hearing a nutritionist talking on the radio a few years back about this. About how the food market is now flooded with "food-like substances", or something along those lines. There were various questions to ask about something to determine if it was actually food:

- How many ingredients does it have?

- Of those ingredients, how many can you actually pronounce?

- Would your grandmother recognize this item as food?

That last question gives me pause for thought. The question works well enough for the time being, but what about in the future, when the current generation are the grandparents?  What then? Would the rule have to be revised to account for modern tastes and selections? Or perhaps the rule will still hold up because "food" will have gotten even more bizarre over the years?

Which is worse?