Every minute and every second; I struggle. Anxiety flows through my body: In my blood. Anxiety is in my bones, muscles. Each time my heart beats, stress pumps through me. A pounding head. Any second I could do it. Yet guilt and fear of choosing one and not the other is agonizing. For the one I don’t choose could take advantage of my guilt. What is my anxiety? Food. I know it sounds silly, but it’s true. Food. What kind of food? Mexican. To be more specific, tacos and burritos.

Tacos are irresistibly good, the crunch of the shell, the spice of the chili, the tenderness of the steak, and the taste of everything else. This is taco. My favourite food tied with burrito.

Burritos. Soft, warm tortilla. Stringy cheese that melts in your mouth. Tasty sour cream. Fresh tomatoes and chilli mashes up and makes salsa. All irresistibly good.

Every time I go in a restaurant -with my family- that serves both tacos and burritos, I fall in a trance of anxiety. It’s the menu and I. Alone. Everyone else disappears and my heart beats in super speed. That is why I don’t want the choice between foods. Especially if it’s tacos and burritos.