The sense of being simple has always ruled my life, especially in the sense of material things. I love simple dresses and footwear. But, there are some hobbies that infringe my sense of simplicity. They just can't be helped even when I know I shouldn't take them much, and one of them boils down to cooking.
I am a food lover, so I am hardly tired of cooking something. Before the thought of buying food comes to mind, even in a very tired state, the first thing I always opt for is cooking my food. It has become a hobby of mine that I do subconsciously.
Someone really close to me once visited last month. After each month of getting sick, the last 2 months were the months I knew I hadn't had any intense feeling of being sick. So, my friend travelled over to see me, and I promised to take him to beaches around my place.
And yes, we went to the beach, but when he asked for a place we could eat a nice meal at, I couldn't give him answers. I went off to Google to search places with food, but damn! It was hard. I started calling numbers I saw on Google to be sure of the location, and that was very stressful.
Mind you, I have lived in this place for so long, yet I couldn't point out a good place to eat. It made me question myself. It was like the time for self reflection kind of thing.
I knew lots of my friends who would go out to places just to eat after putting a call to me to ask if I would join in, and I remember my answers to them. "No, thank you". It is just so unbelievable how I prefer homemade meals that I have failed to recognize that there are times I can take myself out to eat instead of cooking for the day.
I did feel very bad and frustrated, but my friend understood. He assured me everything was fine and that he wasn't surprised. I don't know any restaurants around. Well, it seems I made it obvious. Lol. I had to call my big sister to help and strangely, she didn't know either. It made me chuckle now because the first thought that came to mind is if this hobby of ours was a generational fever. Which makes it hard for us to buy food outside our comfort zone.
I remembered the last place I worked before I quit due to my sickness. The security man always commended me for not being like others who get food out as a lot of my colleagues do so. Except for me and a few others who are mainly married women.
Before my friend left, I promised myself I would try going out to eat, and it has been up to a month since he came visiting and here I still am finding it hard to go out to get food. It is like I am obsessed with cooking my meals. I don't trust anyone with it.
Although the thought of getting food out crossed my mind multiple times, when they do, I have to admit it irks my soul. I feel like someone has said something offensive to me, and I need to retaliate immediately, which I do in a very unpleasant way. It is like a battle inside me whenever the thought of getting food out is mentioned.
I like keeping to promises I make, but this time around, I am finding it hard to do so without getting riled up for hours about it. It is like a baby sulking after being dealt with by her mother. The expression is quite funny, but the obsessive attitude isn't.
But, I am learning to balance things out with my obsessive nature to cooking, so I went out to get food with a friend, and it wasn't that bad. Taking one step at a time towards eating out when I am extremely tired after work but to achieve that, I have decided to go out more and from there, I can get the numbers of restaurants that serve good food then give them a call to order when I need a rest from the kitchen.
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Still yours truly,
Balikis.
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Peace be unto those who crave it and more to those who chase it away.