Here is where I am going to add some insight on the life that is mine for you all to read and hopefully understand.*

You know how whenever you are munching on a perfectly scalloped bunch of Doritos (insert here your favorite snack) and you are just shoving one after the other into your large, rotund, hungry belly... barely noticing that time itself has continued to move. Your hand stating strict orders to take chip to mouth, no cleaning, no scratching, no distractions. The savory food melting into the mouth that is no better than a King's, but feels as if it is being treated in such a manner that would flatter those of royalty. Your eyes subconsciously close in such delight and your body becomes relaxed in the current environment, exposing all the flaws you've so flawlessly tried to hide. After such a relaxation, the chips begin to grow smaller, and you begin to throw in two, three at a time. Your mouth wishes to stop, but your tum-tum begs for more, the two agree and you pause to lick your lips. Sweet, salty, sour... Deliciousness coats your tongue. Your hand back to the bag (eyes still closed) in search of more lush snacking materials. The chips are now so small that they fall from the tips of your fingers into the palm of your hands, allowing you to "pop" them into your welcoming mouth. Reach again for another bite, waiting in anticipation for that drop of satisfaction in which we call gluttony, and much to the dismay of your searching hand, the food is gone. At that abrupt moment, your eyes spring open to search the silver lining of the cleverly named "Snack-Size" bag to coerce just one last moment of wrenching scrumptious leisure. And nothing.

Your mind moves itself now into a dark and deep depression to which is suppressed by the sudden words of that awfully polite, but overly organized boss/teacher/parent of yours, "Back to work, (insert name here)!"

....You walk away, licking your fingers, wishing... Hoping for another bag later that afternoon.