Ubereats, Temptation & The Tale of One Blind Man’s Cravings - Blessing? Curse? Or a delicious test of self-control?

There was a time—feels like another life—when the only food delivery available was from the dingy local Chinese joint down the block. You know the one. Food? Meh. Service? Worse. But if you didn’t want pizza, that was it. That was the reality of food delivery as recently as 2019.

Image: Dirty kitchen with five men in chef hats and stained aprons preparing food. The counter is covered in food debris, and a large cockroach is visible on one of the plates.

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Now imagine being blind. You’ve got a craving for donuts. Or a juicy, dripping cheeseburger. But you can’t just hop in the car or stroll to the corner deli. Accessibility becomes a battlefield. And then... along came Ubereats. SkipTheDishes. DoorDash. And suddenly—hundreds of restaurants, right at my fingertips?

Holy shit, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.

Image: Blonde woman with angel wings and a glowing halo, wearing a white bikini, stands at a wooden door. She holds a Food Delivery bag and presses the doorbell.

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But like any sweet fantasy, there was a dark side.

When COVID hit and lockdown became life, I lost my ability to grocery shop. No one would help. I couldn’t understand anyone through those damn masks, and they couldn’t understand me either. No groceries meant no home-cooked meals. So I said, “Screw it.” Thank the gods for Ubereats.

I went from occasional orders to three meals a day, all delivered, all different places. It was indulgence on steroids.

And then came the crash.

Within a month, I was bored out of my mind. It started taking longer and longer to pick what I wanted. Nothing sounded good. I’d scroll for hours like I was channel surfing food, overwhelmed by choices that all felt the same. The joy was gone. The thrill? Dead.

Image: A young man sits slouched on a couch, intently using his phone. He is surrounded by towering stacks of empty takeout containers, creating a cluttered, dimly lit, and somewhat overwhelming environment.

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Worse, I was spiraling into debt—over $3000 on my credit card, and no income in sight since the pandemic wiped out my counseling work. Government aid? Delayed. Hope? Slim.

I won’t drag you through all of the dark details (those of us who survived the pandemic era all have battle scars), but here’s the truth I learned:

Too much of a good thing tastes like ash.

Image: A group of zombies with glowing green eyes, wearing blue uniforms, crowd around a door holding “Food Delivery” bags. Handwritten signs are posted on the door, and abandoned buildings loom in the background.

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These days, I rarely use delivery. Maybe once a week. Twice, if work’s nuts. But I’ve learned the art of restraint. I let the cravings build. And when that Ubereats bag finally hits my doorstep? The food tastes divine. Better than ever. Every time.

Image: A muscular, shirtless man wearing sunglasses cooks stir-fried meat and vegetables in a steaming wok on a stove. A white cane leans nearby. Text above reads "Cooking Blind, SmellingFine."

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So if you find yourself endlessly scrolling through delivery apps, unable to choose anything because nothing excites you—put it down. Step away. Give it a week. Maybe two. Let your hunger earn its indulgence again.

Your wallet will thank you.
Your stomach will dance.
Your joy in food will return.

And yes… the same principle applies to sex and masturbation.
But that’s a post for another day. 😉

Image: A middle-aged man with a white cane eats a sub sandwich at a table. His thought bubble reads "This is so damn good that you can shoot my mom in the next room right now and I'd not stop eating!"

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