The Unmitigated Power of Chocolate

As you may know, it’s been a hard couple of days. Not that I’ve taken the brunt of it by any stretch of the imagination, but still not a vacation, either.

About an hour ago, I was struck by this… wave of sadness. Don’t know what specifically brought it on, no real catalyst, but something caused me to walk outside and just look around for a bit. It is an absolutely gorgeous day outside, warm and beautiful as if God were smiling down on each and every one of us. And it didn’t make me feel a scrap better. Unable to successfully vent these feelings, they internalized and made me pretty damn nauseous.

I returned to my desk, feeling like I was going to tip over and/or explode, wasn’t quite sure which. Until a voice called from within to take a sojourn to the vending machine.

I don’t really have much of a sweet tooth. I’m much more of a ‘let’s have big heaps of salt’ kinda guy. Still, this was an ache no mountain of sunflower seeds could soothe. I looked at the rows of confections and saw the answer in a goddamn Snickers bar.

And now I feel better. I am physically relieved, on some deep level. I can’t explain it, and I don’t think I want to. But there really is something to be said for chocolate. And nougat. And peanuts.

Don’t forget caramel. Happy 200th, people.