Oreos

I figure I get the normal sized oreos versus the mini ones. Grabbing for it I realized there were only double stuff oreos and reduced fat oreos to chose from. My philosophy: if I can eat more for the same amount of calories as the normal stuff, well grab the reduced fat. So I did. They taste the same. There's just less of that white stuff in the middle. And anyway, I only like the cookie part. So why the oreos in the first place? Well I figure food and depression go hand in hand.. no, food and anger.. no, food and disappointment.. no, food and jealousy? UGH. I can't even make up my mind about a damn stupid trivial definition. I know, it's a combination of all that bullsht. Oh, and you can't imagine just how hard I'm hitting these keys to type right now. Moving on. So this is what I found on a website. I quote. "Indeed, comfort foods -- which are almost always high in bad fats, sugar, salt or a combination of the three -- provide instant gratification and pleasant feelings (albeit often short-lived ones) 100 percent of the time you eat them." Okay let me translate. Indeed, men -- which are almost always successful in making you jealous, irritable, pissed the f off or a combination of the three -- provide instant gratification and pleasant feelings (albeit, always short-lived ones) 100 percent of the time they use you and you don't know it. Well, sometimes you know, you just let it happen anyway.So why hold on? Because you're a little lonely? You're a little desperate? You want to hold on and never let go? That's bullshit. And you just let your mind plays games with you thinking it's the other way around sometimes, that you're the one using, that you're the one playing the games. But it just isn't that way. And all this because a damn bag of oreos were purchased today. Eff.