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I don't believe in the 5 second rule. I’m anal about germs and bacteria and I fear what could happen to me if I were to pick up a food that fell on the ground and eat it. Most people usually say that it’s okay as long as you do it within 5 seconds (hence the 5 seconds rule.) 

People have always bugged and nagged me about it. They usually make fun of my OCD-ish attitude regarding germs. I really dunno if they're just being practical, they want to mess up with me or they're just plain scavenger (slapsoils) ps. pun intended

Anyway, this morning, I opened the fridge and saw the box of choco-truffles that my sister sent me and oh boy! CHOCOLATES are my addiction (besides nicotine and caffeine). When I opened the box there were 2 pieces left. Personally, I always save the best for last and so I ate the smaller truffle first. It was heavenly and I was savoring the taste as I closed my eyes and tried to sense the dark chocolate slowly melting inside my mouth as my tongue was savoring every possible taste enclosed within that tiny godly creation. 

While on that position, I didn’t notice my wife prowling silently behind me. She was trying to get even with me for scaring the hell out of her the night before. (I was hiding at the closet knowing she’d open it and when she did, I jumped out and it was a picture perfect prank!)

While I was still eating the first truffle, she grabbed my leg and growled like a beast. To my surprise, the box I was holding accidentally slipped out of my hands and in a very slow motion; similar to that scene in the matrix, I watched how my luscious-chocolate-truffle fell on the ground and rolled under the table. (Imagine me shouting NNNNOOOOOOO! In a similar slow motion way) The moment it hit the floor I started counting, one…two…three…

I hurriedly grabbed my beloved truffle, SNARLED at my wife for being “TOO IMMATURE!” and thought, it was only 3 seconds…

And so you see, this was my dilemma this morning. The truffle can be infested by bacteria but there is also this 5 second rule (since it was only 3 seconds, would it be okay to eat it?). Should I eat this or throw it in the trash? I looked at it and I am tempted to eat it. The aroma, the melting chocolate in my hands and the scene in my mind is the happiness one feels while eating their favorite food. I may never have another truffle in my life and this is the best opportunity to eat it. Perhaps, it’s okay to sacrifice a principle for once…

While I was on that thinking stage – my wife said: Akin na nga yan! Grabbed the truffle and ate it.

In the end, I have suffered the loss of my truffle, I burned brain cells in making a decision, and over analyzed things for nothing.

Moral of the story:  over thinking sucks.

The End
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