Word of the Week #353:
I miss chocochip cookies.
I probably haven’t had any in the past ten years. For some obscure medical reasons, I had to go cold turkey around age 19.
However, as with most kids, I too grew up with my fair share of chocolate, and I absolutely loved chocochip cookies. And even today, whenever I pass that one aisle in any supermarket, my eyes tend to get caught on that one brand that was my absolute favourite.
And each time, I wonder if I should buy a box. Each time, I wonder if it would be worth the risk. Each time, I bargain with myself. Maybe if I only eat one cookie a day, or even a week… Maybe if I drink lots of water… Maybe if I take overly great care of myself so that I can handle its effects…
But each time, I invariably shake my head and walk away. I never succumb to my temptations.
I still love chocochip cookies. I still want them. I still miss them.
But clearly, they don’t love me back. Clearly, they’re not meant for me.
It is unfortunate. Heartbreaking, even. I mean, there is already so little I want and seek in life, and to still be denied, that too through no fault of my own… Huh…
But I still love chocochip cookies. What can I say. Even if I can’t have them, they’re still as amazing as they’ve ever been, right? I hope anyone who does get to have them really cherishes them.
As I continue to walk down that aisle, I glance around, momentarily considering other cookies that might satisfy me. But alas, nothing else catches my eye. I’ve never been fond of consolation prizes, anyway.
And it’s okay, I guess. After all, cookies aren’t sustenance; they’re a treat. Sure, life would always be better if you have a good one in your hand, but you know what? Life won’t end without one. I can’t have the one I want, and I’ll learn to live with that. I’ve already gone my entire adult life without it. What’s a few more decades.
