Torture...Candy Style

I just tortured myself in the candy isle of CVS.  It was like the candy and I were having a staring contest (I'm pretty sure I blinked, not sure if the candy did, though).  I won (this time).  Not sure what I'm trying to prove.  It's like I'm saying to the candy, "You think you're so tough, don't you?!  Well, see how strong I am?!  I can stand here and look (I bet you taste great) at you, and not buy (wow, those Kit Kats look so delicious) any of you.  You don't control me, I control you!"  I know that's kind of lame, but that's kind of what I was thinking.  Oh my gosh, I'm trying to prove to the CANDY that I'm tough!  Forget FAT FIGHT, I was having a KAT FIGHT (clever, I know)! What a weirdo!