Saturday, May 20, 2017

Venting out...

No matter how many times I promise myself to write regularly to my blog, it just doesn't work that way. And then there are reasons as absurd as possible - there is no chocolate to eat, unicorns do not exist, Fred died and so did Dobby, the sun rose in the East... endless list
But sometimes, I am left speech less. Not that I do not have words, it is just that I am afraid to express and then you my blog are my savior.

There has been a lot going on in my life. More bad than good, so I have been low, really low to the extent that searching motivation some days is like waiting for my Hogwart's letter.. So, let me pen down stuff here. There are times when I am left to cook dinner alone, which is not a problem. What irks me to no end though is not being informed that people will not be having dinner at home. You not helping is a different story, but coming home to a cooked dinner, making us wait and then telling your stomach is full doesn't really help.One, a lot of effort goes in coming home after a full day at work , deciding what to cook and then actually doing the needful. Two, a lot of food is wasted. It is easier to inform people that you won't be dining at home.

When the roles reverse and we inform that we do not want to eat, don't know why it isn't acceptable. Suddenly the spot light is on us and I feel like a dementor is sucking the very life from me. So, you cook for two and I can see that and then we are forced to join you. We already informed we aren't hungry and we know our tastes do not match. But this time, we are under the spot light and I am 100% sure that this supper will be etched  hard into memories and not only you but also our elders will make it a point to tell us we are wrong.

When a doctor forces their kid to become a doctor, when what he/she actually wants to do is sing, the parent is counseled to let the kid have their own way. Every person is different and should be given a choice to decide. Elders shouldn't force on kids their understandings and beliefs. Just because you don't know of the innumerable times I cooked and the food was wasted, you cannot judge me for this one time I did not eat. There are reasons - which I cannot shout out loud. If I were diplomatic and clever, I would have had a bite of everything, complimented and appreciated. But then it wouldn't have been who I am. It doesn't feel right to my heart, so I cannot do this.

If you have been through this, thanks for your patience... Sometimes, it is better to vent out by writing... knowing its out of your system and not confiding to someone in particular.

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