robinturner | The last of the chocolate spread

Many years ago, a born-again Christian friend tried to explain original sin to me. He said that there was something essentially flawed in human nature, and gave the example that you open the biscuit barrel (Americans read "cookie jar") and find there's only one biscuit left. You know you've already eaten a lot and other people deserve the biscuit more than you do, but you still eat it. "You bastard!" I said. "I'd never do that!"

It's true on the whole. Our fridge is full of mouldering food because neither of us will eat the last whatever-it-is because we think the other person might want it more. Yet here I am, spooning up the last of the chocolate spread. All I can say in my defence is that I promise to buy some more tomorrow, and it's been a shitty weekend. God damn it, I deserve chocolate!

See, not even solri can be a Stoic all the time.