Let’s say (hypothetically) one quit one’s primary nonprofit gig to spend more time with certain offspring. At the same time, other freelance work dried up and one’s house was going on the market (it is pretty and fancy and was purchased back when Mommy had a full-time job).
If there were a Costco sized box of Milk Duds (emphasis on MILK, not DUDS, for you Brits out there), and it was consumed more rapidly than anything else remotely healthy, would one still be a loveable sort of person, or merely an obsessive eater?
If on the road of life, I were waylaid by a number of children and unemployment, would “Milk Duds” be an appropriate response to the question of “So how are you coping with these changes?”?
The world is a Very Serious Place. And from this angle (small children in tow, high on sugar, earning enough to buy one carrot and two lattes as a blogger), it all seems quite difficult to sort through.
And it could be that the sugar and the serotonin are teaming up to make it all seem silly and ironic, but I could go on like this for quite awhile longer and not mind one bit.
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I don’t usually do memes, but this one is about books and requested by her (lovely, writing, pretty woman), so I’ll oblige.
Nearest book: Living Sober (it’s all nonfiction around here lately)
Page 123 & 5th Sentence, then Type Sentence 5-8
Here is the Excerpt:
Many of us have been amused at our seeming inability, even after many years of sobriety, to walk away from a half-finished cup of coffee or glass of soda. We sometimes find ourselves gulping the last swallow of a nonalcoholic drink, as if… Perhaps most readers already get the point: It is not always easy for us to put down an unfinished page, chapter, or book we are reading.
I’m not going to tag anyone but go ahead and do this if you like.
I don’t have a clue what milk duds are but if they are chocolates feel free to scoff them. Hope you are moving somewhere a bit more lively like Seattle!!
The world is, indeed, a Very Serious Place.
Does that make eating Milk Duds wrong? No. Does it make you any less lovable? No. Compulsive? Slightly. But I’ve never thought of compulsive behavior as a shortcoming…ahem.
What would I do? Talk about it. Lean on someone or some people. Chat or blog about it in a way that’ll help you see you’re not alone.
Because you aren’t.
Last fall, it seemed all I did was eat chocolate chips. The dark chocolate kind, you know. The really good stuff. Not Nestle Toll House, which is good in a certain context, just not the “What in the hell is going on, what lesson am I supposed to be learning, why is this happening?” sort of way.
When Armageddon is upon us, I’ll have a bag of those damned things at the ready. Bank on it.
And in the meantime, hang in there. You know where I am if you need me.
Absolutely nothing wrong with MilkDuds. Nothing at all.
Let me know if you need to vent–but only if you’re willing to share those milkduds.
Peanut M&Ms. Or, in a pinch, Whoppers.
I know. Believe me, I know.
Thanks for participating — I love the passage you shared.