Romantic relationships are like chewing gum. You start off soft and chewy with a flavor that seems all too sweet. In the end, you’re stuck bursting bubbles off an obnoxious, tasteless lump that you’ll get rid of at the earliest sighting of an appropriate disposal spot. (Need I mention the hazards involving sloppy disposals?)
Chewing gum does, however, have its own advantages. It’s cheap, for one. Is easily available. Gives you a myriad of flavors to choose from, hence catering to a wide host of taste buds. Keeps you company when you’re bored (well, seemingly). Never goes out of demand. And quite surprisingly, the odds of you accepting gum, when offered, are much higher than otherwise.
But why this compelling need to chew gum at all? Is it because we’ve all been gifted with indisputably bored sets of molars and premolars? Or is it an offshoot of the habitual curiosity our taste buds experience? Or is just another case of ‘I do it because I can’?
No matter which one you start with, in the end, each flavor morphs into the same rubbery blandness.
Moral of the story – Switch to candy.
