Perhaps my blog is saying something to me. This story can go either place, and there are at least two more people reading my blog, it seems.
I love conversation hearts.
No, I mean, I LOVE them. BIG LOVE.
However, I don’t allow myself to buy them until after Valentine’s Day. And I only let myself buy them once. You know why? Because once I start eating them, I literally can not stop.
I just opened my last package, and currently have a bowl of hearts sitting in my living room. [insert picture here] It will be gone by the end of the weekend, if not by the end of the day. My method of eating them, which I find to be quite brilliant, is that I eat one color at a time, starting with my least favorite. This way, I don’t end up with a collection of unfavorable colors which I either throw away or force myself to eat — instead, the consumption of conversation hearts ONLY GROWS MORE PLEASURABLE.
There are probably some life parallels in all this. I should write them down to tell my counselor, once I acquire one. Or, on the chance that I fail to ever schedule an appointment (somehow that first step is the hardest, and I am more aware of my need for counseling in my unwillingness to initiate counseling), I will share them with y’all one day.