Sometimes, you just have to let go

When I was younger, there were tan M&Ms. Growing up in the suburbs of CT as a hispanic youth, the tan M&Ms were the only thing aroumd me close to my skin color. We bonded.

In 1995, when Mars decided to throw the tan M&M under the bus, I was a little upset. The promotion Mars offered the public, was a chance at choosing the new color: Blue, Pink, or Purple.

I wanted it to be Purple. I VOTED Purple. I just KNEW it was going to be purple. But, like the 2004 election, my hopes were crushed. The winner was BLUE. I was devastated.

I swore never to eat a blue candy ever again in protest. For almost 14 years, I kept that promise to myself.

You think I am kidding? I'm dead ass serious. I NEVER ate the blue M&Ms or anything colored blue. EVER.

The other day, soemthing horrid happened. I stopped to use the bathroom and when I looked in the mirror, I seen my ENTIRE mouth was BLUE. I froze.

Thoughts rushed through my head. How did this happen? This is a setup! Why?!

And then it hit me. I had grabbed a handful of Airheads from a package and I unknowingly grabbed a blue one and ATE IT. And, like salt in a fresh wound, it was GOOD.

I know, the HORROR.

A part of me died that day.

Long live the tan M&M.