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Sex, Explosions, and Sweet Temptations
Separating entertainment from reality and learning the art of true connection.
Don’t you think that chocolate is amazing?
It’s just sheer joy, it pushes all the right buttons. It hijacks my most basic human instinct to hunt down highly calorific food like some caveman at a Willy Wonka factory. And boy, does it deliver.
I know I should be eating more kale or broccoli or whatever, and it’s not like I’m having chocolate for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, but damn, do I love chocolate. I’m loyal to my favorite brands, too — so loyal I might as well have a membership card. It’s like they’ve perfected the art of tasting amazing every. Single. Time.
I like action films, too. I know they are repetitive as hell. The plot: same. The characters: flatter than my attempts at a French accent. But the action? Awesome. All those car chases and buildings blowing up make my monkey brain light up like Christmas. They’ve cracked the code for fun, and I always leave the cinema feeling great, even though I know the closest I’ll get to that lifestyle is dodging a rogue shopping cart at the supermarket.
I also quite like porn.
