Whether you approach it aggressively and tear right into it as if your life depended on it (sometimes it does feel that way) or whether you reverently interact with it, the effect of that undeniable comfort is a kind of loyalty and satisfaction that not even MasterCard can buy.
Sometimes you can try to fool yourself and vehemently deny your dependency and although a short separation may happen, it is never for too long and the reunion, whether compelled, by choice, or by accident, is ever blissful.
Unlike other relationships, this one is one that you can always reach for, and find, at anytime of the day. Although some have even better qualities than others, the core remains the same; a consistent and unrivaled reliability that you can always depend on.
And yes, sometimes, you are more slave than master, but although you may feel a bit of guilt, it never makes you feel cheap, in fact, more often than not, it makes you feel worthy.
This strange love-hate relationship sometimes goes beyond “what was agreed” and the guilt will overcome you and you’ll silently, (sometimes very loudly) swear never to be that weak again.
That resolve however lasts as long as a politician’s election promise, and before you know it, you are actively seeking out a flirtatious and sometimes secretive encounter. Why is it that what is bad for you is so good and is it really so sinful?
Most of you know exactly what this guilty pleasure is like, some unbelievably, has an allergic reaction to the same thing. We, slaves to this master, find that allergy incomprehensible.
This epistological purge was in fact spurred on by this very act of indulgence confessed to above. The act of tearing into the package, ripping of a chunk and defiantly challenging its magical potency was immediately rewarded.
The tantalising taste touched my tongue and the comforting crunch of chocolate involuntarily elicited an audible sigh as my first smile of the day slowly started to spread across my face….