I know I rant about trivial things a lot, but I don’t honestly take little things as hard as I used to. I get annoyed and frustrated sometimes but I realize that everyone does and it is just a fact of life. I guess you could say I’m chilling out! Although my brother wouldn’t agree, as I do still have minor episodes on occassion.
Most recently I would say it was over Christmas. It was a hectic evening and my entire family was in the kitchen trying to prepare two days worth of food for Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. My mom and dad were in charge of cabbage rolls and mashed potatoes, and I was in charge of chicken fingers and homemade mustard sauce. Things were going ok until my parents’ friend Harry unexpectedly showed up. It was a bad time, but he made himself right at home in the kitchen and started telling all these stories. There I am pounding chicken, my parents are juggling platters of cabbage rolls and he’s just making himself right at home. What do you do in a situation like that, ask him to leave?
Anyways, my dad got to talking to him and they were joking around and my dad decided to go upstairs to show him something on the internet. My brother took it upon himself to begin helping by peeling the potatoes. I told him he didn’t know what he was doing and he was like “dude I’m 20 years old, I can cook anything better than you can, you don’t know anything about how I cook!” I figured he couldn’t really do much wrong peeling potatoes so I just said that he better find a big pot to put water in because the potatoes would turn brown. He was like “oh”. He found a pot and put about an inch of water in it and I told him that he had to completely cover the potatoes in water, yeah he knew what he was doing. So we got to the pressure cooker part and boiled them, and when they were done I instructed him to leave them there for my dad. He decided he was going to add the milk and butter and mix them himself. I told him they’d be lumpy and gross and not to do it, but he clearly would not listen to me. There were a few things in the sink, including a meat pounder I had flattened the chicken out with. He picked it up and threw it in the other side of the sink, where dishes dry so he could lower the steaming potato pot into the sink. I totally freaked out on him and asked him WTF he was doing, yelling he was going to infect everyone with salmonella and that you clearly cannot throw things around that touched raw meat. He just looked at me like I was a retard and goes “You are just like dad”.
Well I am like my dad, but I think on a very watered down level. My dad makes every little thing out to be an end of the world crisis. Anyways, I can be a little anal sometimes, but most of the time I think I am pretty cool.
I think I have a good outlook on life although I haven’t always been a pleasant happy person. When I was in college and stressed and scared …. and was in a long-term relationship with someone who was not very understanding, things sucked. There was drama and fighting, and a lot of emotional distress.
Today I look at my life and wonder how I got here. I am not at the ultimate place in my life, and who knows what that is, but I am happy. I have a great roommate, and a wonderful guy who spoils me a lot and is so incredibly awesome. To know that I can count the number of arguments we have had on just one hand is amazing, although he thinks we should NEVER fight! I think Bryan helps me chill out. He is just laid back and he talks about our future and makes it clear that he wants me in it. I feel pretty good …. and there may soon be an addition to my little family here, no …… I’m talking about a cat 😉
Anyways, I’m off to clean a bit. My parents are coming over tomorrow so it has to be pretty!