Potted Meat

When I was a child, my mother often took me to the store for a treat.  She bought potted meat, saltine crackers and Nehi soda.  Boy, we sat in front of the television and we ate like we were kings and queens.  When I got older, I loved to eat potted meat sandwiches using white bread.  One day, I found out what was in potted meat and I decided that it was not good for me.  I still have the taste for potted meat, but I refuse to eat potted meat again.  There are some things in my life that I have a taste for.  I could live off of that substance for the rest of my life, if I had to.  I know how to live if your water gets shut off.  I know how to live without electricity.  I know how to eat off of ten dollars for a week.  I can live with a drug addict and an alcoholic without it affecting me.  That  was the life I lead as a child and I mastered getting out of it by mastering it, but just like the potted meat, I refuse to live like that anymore.  Even though I know how to live with a drug addict, I refuse to live with a drug addict.  Even though I know how to make it off of ten dollars, I refuse to eat cheap.  At this point in my life, what I mastered to get here is irrelevant.  I am on a different plane and on a different level.  I am not trying to live a "potted meat" life for the rest of my life.  I deserve more than that and you do to.  You may have some questionable friends whom you actually get along with, but they are not the best people to be around.  I have relatives I dearly love, who I will gladly send to jail.  I just refuse to live beneath my privilege even if I mastered living beneath my privilege.