Do I dare to quote the Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock?

It's the largely incompatible cravings that bug me.

Usually, my gustatory whims are limited to single items or simple combinations: "Hey, chips and salsa would be great right now! Or, failing that, just chips would suit me fine!" Simple things are easily found and consumed, or easily dismissed. If it's just one thing, it takes up only one section of the brain, and it's a simple matter to get the other parts of the brain to gang up and drown out whatever that lone part of the brain is going on about.

That's how I save a lot of money on snacks. (I hope you're writing this down.)

Earlier this evening, though, I got one these: "Hey, a peach would be great right now! Or, failing that, just a beer would suit me fine!" Two things totally unconnected, and thus taking up two sections of the brain. The brain isn't suited for fighting off two urges. It's like a war on two fronts, and one of them has to be the Russian front; eventually, that front is overwhelmed, and you've spent so much brain-materiel in fighting it, that the other front is overwhelmed in due time as well.

Also, I've just compared my brain to Germany. If possible, let's pretend I meant World War I Germany with their fun headgear, and not World War II Germany with their not-fun genocide and war crimes. God, my analogies suuuuck ...

Long story short: I had a beer and a peach, and the double-urge meant that I enjoyed each only half as much. Apparently the double-urge requires double-consumption. While some would define this as alcoholism, what about the other side? What about ... the peachoholism? It's ugly, buster.