[Poll] Check One

[thefourthvine]

Internets! I am still compiling the Woobie Poll of Dooooooooom, but in the meantime, here is a PRESSING QUESTION that came up today while I was (yay!) visiting with norah. Plus some other pressing questions, because why have one forced choice when you can have five?

So. For the rest of your life, you can only have one of each of the following pairs. Which will it be? Which is the ONLY ONE YOU CAN HAVE FOREVER? (If you already live without one or more of these, then obviously your choice is easier. Like, I will have no trouble at all with question three, but question one might kill me.)

I am also taking suggestions for future horrible forced choices. I would like to find the hardest forced choice in all the land. (That isn't, you know, of great weight or import. No Sophie's Choices.)

Poll #2389 Choose Wisely

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You can only have one of these for the rest of your life. Which? Choose wisely:

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Onions
234 (37.1%)

Garlic
397 (62.9%)

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Fat
405 (64.3%)

Sugar
225 (35.7%)

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Coffee
159 (25.2%)

Chocolate
473 (74.8%)

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Caffeine
426 (68.3%)

Alcohol
198 (31.7%)

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Sex (including with partner(s) and with yourself, etc.)
427 (68.4%)

Sweets (including all desserts, candy, etc.)
197 (31.6%)

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Coffee, OTOH, smells delicious to me... but it doesn't match its promise.

This was my reaction to coffee for literally years. It smelled SO good - decent coffee did, anyway, and actually unless coffee is burning or several days old and being drunk by vice cops or IT techs on their third straight shift from hell it almost always smells good to me. It smelled like the definition of brown, which sounds weirdly awful but always drew me. And then I would try it, and I would be all, like, "...yeah, not so much."

I got addicted to coffee the first time around when I was in the process of being kicked out of my first graduate program with a useless terminal degree and fled the music building to study at the cafe in the basement of the campus commons. I got addicted to coffee the second (and continuing) time around when I fled my law school's library, haunted by 599 other panicky competitive law students, to read about contracts and corporations in the Starbucks across the street. There might be a trend here.