Guys are like chocolate bars

At first they’re great. You can’t get enough of them. You can barely stand to let them out of your sight. But after a while you start to feel sick. When you’ve had too much too quickly, you will start to feel nauseous. You need to have them in small doses.

For some people it’s important to stick to the same one. They feel comfortable in running to the supermarked and grab the exact same one every time. Never trying anything new.

For me I have to admit I like the thrill of trying a new bar. Look at it’s wrapping, the price I have to pay for it, the thoughts of the pleasures it might bring me. The strange feeling when you open up a new bar and you have no idea what’s inside it. The first bite… Is it sweet, sour, creamy, nutty or caramelized? Will my parents like this bar? What will my friends think of it when I show them?

There are many different chocolate bars and it can be a bit difficult to wrap your head around all the different kinds. There are the classics, fancy, cheap, healthy, protein, fake, mysterious etc. Some bars can only be bought in other contries, which makes them more exciting. Something you’re friends might never have tried. Or will ever get the chance to… I’m a bit childish that way. I love it if I can have some things to myself. Something only I know what it’s like to hold and taste. The excitement can sometimes make you forget the actually purpose. But what is the purpose?

Maybe the people who find their favorite one and stick to it, are right. I mean as much as I love trying out new bars, I understand why it’s sometimes nice to stick with one chocolate bar for a longer period of time. You start to realize all the good and bad qualities about it. When does it make you happy? When do you need it? Why do you want it? Does it make you feel good about yourself?

My first chocolate bar was a classic. The perfect starter bar. A Mars. It was a great first bar, but as you get older you start to feel the need to try one of the other bars lying right next to it at the counter. At the end my curiosity got the best of me. I quit the Mars bar. After our separation, we had some relapses as most people do with their first one. Maybe it tastes better now? Is that a new wrapping I see!? Perhaps I might be able to get used to the taste, I just need some time. But no. As time goes by you learn to live without this bar in your life. And you’re happy. The memories will always stay with you in a good way. But Mars just wasn’t for you.

My next bar was, I’m sad to say, a very hip trend. Everybody was talking about it, and well I had to give it a try. The proteinbar… I didn’t even like it. I just wanted something completely different from the Mars bar I’d just quit. But it didn’t do me any good. I thought way too much about what I ate and forgot to think about my mental health. Did eating this bar ever make me happy or feel good about myself? The sad answer is no. But I’m not a quitter, so I spent the next few months trying to change myself to fit into this lifestyle. But thankfully I realized I didn’t need this new change of lifestyle! I mean a protein bar isn’t even a real chocolate bar! I never relapsed.

The next few years I had a hard time deciding on which bars to choose. They might taste good the first two or three times, but then they just didn’t really taste of anything. They were dull or maybe they just didn’t fit my taste. The foreign ones were always fun to try out and tell my friends about. But they were so far away and not possible to bring all the way to Denmark. I did try to bring a Hershey’s bar with me, but some things just don’t work out. Maybe it was the border control or the fact that I didn’t really want or need a bar in my life at that moment. Nobody knows. Sometimes you just have a craving and the only way to stop it is to eat till you puke. And that’s what I did. I really liked the Hershey’s bar, but only for a little while. Then my cravings stopped.

And then it came. The one bar we’re all looking for. Hoping to find when we browse the nearby supermarked for chocolate bars. Praying that you don’t have to eat another horrible bar with raisins. For me that was this special bar was The Twix.

You can get a Twix everywhere. They can easily cross every border and be found in every country. The Twix in itself isn’t that special. But this one was. For me at least. I loved it with all my heart. My mother loved it, which lets face it, is pretty damn important. We could go anywhere together. Like I mentioned earlier, if you get too much it’ll start to get boring and dull. Especially for me. So this was perfect! We only had the chance to see each other once a month, due to border restrictions. But the time being apart, only made the love much more apparent once reunited. The absent meant that you really appreciated each other when you were together. Missing someone is good because you quickly understand what they mean to you.
But for some unknown reasons it didn’t work. That doesn’t necessarily have to be a bad thing. Yeah okay, I was sure it would be my bar forever, but who is to say it won’t? Nobody can predict the future. So you just have to live your life as you want. I will never forget the Twix and when I see one near the cashier I always smile and play my favorite memories in my head.

But then again, who am I to say what will happen in the future. Maybe my Snickers is waiting just around the corner ;)

Till next time