We had a farewell party for someone and everybody suppose to bring something in which everybody calls it "Pot Luck". Why is it called "Pot Luck" you may ask? This is becoz you won't know who is going to bring what until the day of the event and you may find someone else bringing in the same thing as you. So what so lucky about having Pot Luck? Nothing except like as if in competing for best tasting dish. That is why I hate it when someone tells me its Pot Luck. Cook something and bring it in. Not that I hate cooking but just that I don't like comparing my cooking against others. Besides, we all have different taste for food. What I think taste good to me doesn't mean the same to you. & of course you certainly do not want your husband to say this in your face that someone else cooking is better than yours and go ask the recipe. That is why I dread going to events like this.
Still, another reason to why I dread having to drag myself to events lately is becoz it is boring. I sit there like a dead log. Even if I sit with someone else, I don't feel like talking. What conversations can you really make when you are not working and only cooking and talk about kids? Isn't really my kind of specialty in this area. It just sounds so old or one my called it "Auntie". I like cooking or at least I used to but I don't like to take it as part of my conversation. Children, I have my own agitation with them, but I don't really want to rant in public about my family affairs. I want to talk to someone about heart issues but don't think I can trust anyone I turn to. So I kept quiet until someone say something I know about. So that is why... I'd rather spend time at home. Besides, I have my many share of people pretending to be my friend and forgetting me after they have used enough of me. So loner sometimes is a better choice. No heart breaks!
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