Dark Chocolate

Bitter, that is what Dark Chocolate is.  Bitter, taste wise, is nature’s way of telling us that a substance is not fit for mass consumption, that it may be hazardous, and that there are better foodstuffs to be consuming.  This is why we have sweet foods.  Inversely there are bitter items that are good for us, like red wine.  By nature, red wine is a bitter drink, but it contains resveratrol which is an excellent blood pressure regulator.

Like social networking, women have been a topic on my mind as of late.  Why?  Well in an atmosphere that has such a high concentration of women and it being February, the month that contains Valentines Day, it actually makes sense that women have been on mind.  Also excuse the fact that I am a heterosexual male with the hormones of pubescent teenager.

How does this relate with my title?  Essentially this:  I am dark chocolate.  This may seem like a huge jump from what I considered myself before, sour candy, however I feel as though the change in my food type is reasonable.  In order to prove this I will try not to be egocentric and instead create a cohesive concept that relates to everyone.

Think.

Consider for a moment your inventory of friends.  You have one, I am sure of it.  Of your friends you have several types; there’s your happy one, your one in “that” relationship, your one uninterested in women, your one that’s gay, your one that’s a player, your one that likes one of your friends, and then you have “that” one.  The bitter one.  Him or her but most likely a him.  He is the one that never gets the girl.  He is the one that is always bitching about how his life sucks, how he’s a tortured intellectual struggling to cope with a society that he does not like.  He’s the one that brings you down sometimes, and the one who has the darkest humor.  Sometimes he gives up dignity and sometimes he goes on an indifference streak, claiming to care-not about anything that comes his way.

Why?

Why do I bring this up, curbing your attention to that uneaten chocolate in your refrigerator.  I do not ask for you to pity him, the dark chocolate does not need it.  He may want it, but it willn’t help him.  All I ask is that you know that he appreciates you for keeping him around and minding with all his negativity.  He appreciates it, and he appreciates not running the course of your bowels and being left as a stain in the sewers.