There is something in Hershey’s Kisses that I could not stand. I am not really sure, but if I have more than one piece, I get this terrible, terrible migraine that makes me see stars in daylight. It only happens with Hershey’s Kisses; no other chocolate gives me the same effect.
I know this as a fact – yet I still consume and revel in the chocolate drops like it’s nectar for the cat god – I know, cat’s don’t eat chocolate, usually it’s fish bones, but still. There is no point in eating the Hershey’s Kisses, of having less than a bag, but I could not help myself.
More than once, I ask myself why – why do I indulge when I know it is only going to cause me pain after a few moments bliss? Why do I take the risk? Why do I keep on going when I know it is bad for me? Why? Why? Why?
Why do guilty pleasures exist when there is no such thing as pleasure that makes you feel guilty?