Gift of the Magi

One of the keys, I think, of being who I am is having an aversion to aversion.

So often it just comes out:

Can I tell you what I really think?

I guess you want to know, or else you would have clicked the back button already.

You should do it.

Spare me.

Here it is:

I think that there is nothing to think, and that anyone who tells you different (including myself) is a chocolate salesman.

By the way, what is so great about Godiva anyhow? I never could tell the difference among

Ghiradelli, Toblerone, and Hershey's Special Dark.

There you have it:

Here you are thinking about chocolates.

That is my power.