Musings on Halloween Candy

Been eating candy all week, since I tend to eat everything in front of me, and I can’t bear to throw food away, and R won’t take any of it to work to hand out. In addition to the belly aches and sugar crashes I’ve been getting, I started thinking about that famous “Life is like a box of chocolates” monologue. No, not the one from “Forrest Gump“; the one from the Cigarette Smoking Man from the X-files:
“Life is like a box of chocolates. A cheap, thoughtless, perfunctory gift that nobody ever asks for. Unreturnable because all you get back is another box of chocolates. So you’re stuck with this undefinable whipped mint crap that you mindlessly wolf down when there’s nothing else left to eat. Sure, once in a while there’s a Peanut Butter Cup or an English Toffee. But they’re gone too fast and the taste is… fleeting. So you end up with nothing but broken bits filled with hardened jelly and teeth-shattering nuts. And if you’re desperate enough to eat those, all you got left is an empty box… filled with useless brown paper wrappers.”

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