No big surprise to anyone that knows me, but I LOVE me some chocolate. It's pathetic, really, just how much. It's so bad that I was just thinking to myself, "Well, it's been FOREVER since I actually had any, though..." and then realized as I did the math that it was actually just the day before yesterday. But it felt awfully long. I need a ten-step program, but it's hard to admit a "problem" when it's just. so. tasty.
My sister doesn't eat chocolate, because she chose not to during high school, mostly to prove to herself after a seminary debate that she didn't need it. I am a little envious of her
stubbornness dedication--this from the child who, at age four, chose to become a vegetarian and hasn't touched meat since. Also, one of her very best friends had some health complications arise that (gasp!) means she CAN'T eat chocolate anymore, even though she loves the stuff. Oh, the horror! And another close friend of hers says flat out that she thinks chocolate is "icky." So there were THREE WHOLE PEOPLE at the party yesterday who, for completely different reasons, do not consume chocolate.
It's like being on a completely different planet.
I wonder if chocoholics like me, or those who abstain from it like my sister, subconsciously gather around others who are like us. Like a sixth sense. Can you smell it on another person? Some of my closest friends also have an
unnatural unhealthy absolutely acceptable addiction to it, although they all still somehow manage trimmer waistlines than me...but maybe chocolate is the real silent binding force between all people. That would make perfect sense on MY planet...if you share a chocolate binge with me, we will immediately be friends forever. :) Just a thought.