When I was 8 years old, I was obsessed of the smell of an adhesive called "Rugby," that whenever I come home from school I go straight to the cabinets to take a sniff. I was caught eventually and they no longer placed the adhesive anywhere I could easily access; I threw temper tantrums whenever I failed to reach it because I knew where it was and I could literally see it, the idea of getting my hands on it was tempting. Although, a few weeks after that, I forgot about its existence.

I grew up realizing I technically had the rugby adhesive addiction, maybe that's why I grew up depressed lmao ;0;

For more context, here in the Philippines, rugby boys are used to refer to street children, it's a well-known sign of poverty that when you see a group of street people gathering while sharing not-so empty bottles to sniff in, they're most likely having a rugby session.

Anyway, I nearly had a relapse just recently when I ran into a group of street kids who I guess accidentally left their bottle of rugby. It was tempting for some reason, was sweating and allat.