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  • The wheatgrass isn’t always greener

  • I have an intense love/hate relationship with trying new things.
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  • I have an intense love/hate relationship with trying new things.
    New experiences are necessary, and sometimes even fun, but honestly, they are such a hassle.
    I found myself shopping for a juicer over Christmas break. I’m in college, and during the school year I basically live off of chicken nuggets and tears, so I decided to make a healthy change.
    I decided I would try a juice cleanse.
    Before you think to yourselves, “That sounds like a good idea!,” let me warn you: it is not.
    I found a cleanse online that seemed doable – six juices a day. Grocery shopping was a little harder, and I got a strange look from the cashier, who probably wondered why I was buying about 3,000 pounds of kale.
    As I unloaded the mountain of produce, I realized that this was going to be quite the project, and I would need to make all my juices for the next day that night.
    So I began.
    The first juice took about 30 minutes (partially because I’m the least domestic person I know, so the mere task of chopping all the produce took way longer than necessary.)
    But juice number two is where things got interesting.
    After spending another 30 minutes on it, I turned around and hit the bottle with my elbow, proceeding to spill it all over the carpet.
    There was kale/spinach/apple/kiwi juice all over my floor, and my room quickly filled with the smell.
    After mentally cursing the day I bought a juicer, I felt a tiny piece of my soul break off and die, and decided I was finished juicing forever.
    Then I remembered that I’d spent $60 on produce and I needed to juice it because kale is actually really gross so there was no way I was going to eat it by itself.
    The moral of the story is, don’t feel pressured to try new things because although it could be wonderful, it could also leave you with nothing but an hour of wasted time that should have been spent on homework and a room that smells like lawn clippings.
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