My Life is Over

A relationship has ended. It was tragic, heartless, and ungodly. No, I haven't ended things (again) with the current boyfriend. My relationship with my first love, the one and only chocolate, has ended. Because of conversations with the beau about fair trade and companies who hold to those standards (and especially those that don't-- like Starbucks, for example-- sorry to those who have a deep and intimate relationship with that company as well. I will be holding a mourning session for those who need it at my house tomorrow night at 6:30pm). Anyway, I went onto the Internet to see if my lover, Hershey's, was a Fair Trade company. (I feel really techno-savy because I just linked it... I'm a dork, I know! Back to what I was saying...) If you haven't guessed it already, they are not. I don't know what to do with myself. I have a giant Hershey's bar sitting on my desk right behind my laptop taunting me, "eat me! eat me!" However, all I can hear are the cries of the poor slave children who picked the cocoa beans to make my delicious piece of heaven! The devil has cursed it! My solution, however, because throwing away an unopened piece of chocolate would certainly send me straight to hell, is to eat the remaining chocolate in my room (you'd be surprised how much that is...) then try (key word!) to only buy chocolate that has been approved by Fair Trade organizations and/or sold at places like Wild Oats that sell only organic, fair traded food. Why do these companies have to be so crappy by using slave labor yet make such delicious addictions? I'm having such a crisis over this-- I don't think most people understand the devastation I am experiencing. I wanted to curl up in bed and cry and eat... chocolate! UGH! Vicious circle! The one thing that always makes me feel better, no matter what, is now the enemy-- how am I supposed to cope with this? My shrink is going to have a field day with this one ;-)