2 components of my make up are different, based on what I can tell, from most people. I don’t like dessert and I don’t get excited easily.
Now it’s not that I don’t actually like dessert type foods, it’s just that I don’t find myself craving them very often and don’t care if I have them or not. If I’m at a restaurant and the service asks if I’d like some dessert, 9 out of 10 times I say no. Once again, this doesn’t mean I don’t like dessert, I just choose not to have it.
Not getting excited easily is based on not getting let down too hard. Instead of being an emotional roller coaster of a person, I tend to live a more balanced life. Melissa, Evan’s girlfriend, asked me if I like the holidays and I said they were ok. She said, “just ok?” Coming from a person who loves the holidays, I could sense she was looking for a bit more emotional appeal of holidays so I searched for a reasonable answer for why the holidays are just ok for me. I didn’t really come up with one and probably diverted the question. I don’t build myself for these types of days for no real explanation other than I just don’t.
At this point you probably haven’t asked yourself why I titled the the post Mr. Goodbar. I’ve come to assume that my audience pretty much doesn’t interactively think about what I want them to think about so I have to use sentences like this to make it happen.
I love the Mr. Goodbar. I like any candy with peanuts and chocolate. Frozen snickers from Maple Manor were a 10/10. I have a 3lb bag of peanut M&M’s in my car. I always take advantage of the 4 for $4 dollar deal for Goober’s at CVS. The Mr. Goodbar for lunch has become my go to.
It’s not that I actually like the taste of the Mr. Goodbar as much as it’s knowing that it’s waiting in the freezer to be eaten. I don’t eat it at room temperature so whenever I get it I immediately put it in the freezer and then sometimes I forget about it which is better than knowing I have it because when I think about wanting one, sometimes I am surprised I actually have it and internally celebrate. Please god tell me I’m not psychotic.