Well, last weekend was fun-filled with gigs, food, and friends. I again apologize for the relative infrequency of my posts; I will have my new Netbook by Thursday, which means access to internet all over the house once again. Huzzah!
Anyways, on one of my weekend days (they're sort of blurred together in my mind because of how much I crammed into them), a friend of mine held up a roll of Sprees (remember those?) and said something to the effect of "hey, remember these?" and I offhandedly reminisced about how I used to eat those (and Shocktarts and Sweetarts) until my tongue bled.
If you're cringing in absolute shock and disgust, you're reacting exactly as the room full of my friends did.
But I feel obligated to give you some background on how candy played a role in my childhood so that you will better understand the phenomenon of Young Me eating candy until I bled. So, here goes. First disclaimer: A lot of my memories of this were around when my parents got divorced, so some details are hazy. Anyways, when my sister and I were little, we didn't really get dessert. I do, however, have memories of my dad letting us have four Skittles on Fridays after dinner. Yes, you read that right: FOUR SKITTLES. Not four bags of Skittles...mmmk? Four Skittles. We had this tin that sat on the corner of the bookshelf in the living room that had Skittles in it. And we would get three or four after dinner. Only on Fridays. So, you can imagine, I tried to make those four delectable morsels last as long as humanly possible. I sucked those things (yes, laugh all you want) over the course of an hour or more. Chewing= candy being gone sooner. Sucking= longest lasting. Did I mention that we only got four of them?
When my Stepmom came into the picture, she pointed out (rightly) to my dad that giving us four Skittles was completely and totally insane, and, all of a sudden, after years of deprivation, I got to have LOTS of candy (at least, what was "lots" to me at the time). I won't say she was trying to win our hearts with sweets (although that would have worked), but you can see how that might occasionally have worked in her favor. Anyways, whenever I did get any kind of candy, I ate any and all of it. And, I still had the habit of trying to make the candy last forever. So, when I got to have a whole roll of Shocktarts or Sweetarts or Sprees, I would suck on every single piece of candy until it was gone (and, please remember, those rolls of candy were pretty big). So, on multiple occasions, I would suck on the candy until my tongue or the roof of my mouth bled. But the Young Me still remembered that awful deprivation and those four Skittles, so I was unable to eat candy in any other way and I had to eat it all and eat it all slowly.
And to this day I have an insane sweet tooth. Ok, I'm going to go eat a WHOLE BAG of Skittles now. Cuz I'm a grownup now (Hi Dad!)!
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