chocolate always loves you back

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chocolate always loves you back
07.06.06 (4:27 pm)   [edit]

... unless you suffer from Gastroesophageal Reflux Disease, and some other ones.  when I opened the chocolate, and read this declaration, I was even tempted to toss the chocolate because of how offended I was.  It seemed to be addressing the issue of love/need with an economical twist- and I didn't like that.  It made me wonder what kids are being taught:  teacher:  "Don't think about your dad being too busy to spend time with you- at least a greasy burger and fries will love you back."  WHAT?!  While I admittedly am an emotional eater (an eater of all sorts, actually) there is only so much food can do for your spirit.  It is important that we don't just try to buy our happiness (or others) or use other substitutes.  So what if we don't always love someone perfectly?  we're human!  We hurt and get hurt and let things get between us and disappoint and blow others away with love and friendship and forgiveness.  I for one would rather live and experience some of the less-wanted and stinging parts of life and be able to relate to others and feel alive than to live in some sort of in-between foggy cloud, not experiencing much pain or joy (like some characters in One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest.)

"Do it now, don't delay- don't put it off for another day."
----lyrics to a kids song that I still sing when I consider procrastinating.

Why is this not fitting?  What's the deal?  My thoughts as of late when I try to put an earring in an already-occupied ear.  It's happened a couple times- I didn't use to wear earrings much- nonetheless, it's made me think of a life lesson, or something like that.  I need to write out what I consider to profound thoughts.  The smallest thing can speak to me so loudly!  In this case, I thought about other parts of my life- places that I think there are holes or are empty, etc.- are there things there that I forgot about?  that I just don't notice- and yet am trying to cram something else there?  There is an order to things- and I can only hold so much at once- I need to get rid of some things.

follow the pink sparkling trail- it will lead to me

"Your life is glamorous."
----co-worker to me.  She said this before and after telling me about her life as a mother.  That just goes to show how little she knows me.  Sure, I try to be upbeat and share the good things going on, especially with her (I always think she'll have a panic attack or heart attack- with how stressed she gets) but that doesn't encompass all of me or my life.  If we were more of friends, I'd let her know about the real, sad parts.  I'm honest as far as saying when I'm OK or fine- instead of great or good- but that still doesn't make my life glamorous.  I think she's seeing my life as hers was when she was single and had less responsibilities, etc.  Don't get me wrong- I love my life and wouldn't want to trade it-- this all just reminds me that there's still plenty of room for people to get to know me better (and vice versa) and how it's easy to stop at the surface in lots of situations.

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