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Sandra!
Oh no. It has happened again…Food Crisis.
It has been almost two years free of this mindfuck, but last night when I was trying to eat some KFC it happened. I looked at the piece of chicken and I couldn’t put it to my mouth, so I peeled off the crunchy fried skin. Still couldn’t. So I peeled a strip of the chicken and placed it in my mouth. YUCK! Mind you there was absolutely nothing wrong the chicken, it was regular KFC. But once it entered my mouth it was all wrong…the texture, the juiciness, the flavor, and the smell. Oh! It was HORRID!
This has happened to me ever since I was a little kid. Sometimes it lasts a week, sometimes a lot longer. My little crises would bug the hell out of my mother. Basically she washed her hands of me when I was 6. Her answer to my every question was, “Ask your father.”
So what if I had to go off food, especially cannibal meats! for a while. A person can do just fine on Life cereal, although the milk does start to creep me out too.
My food crisis is one good reason why I should not get married. The same thing could happen. I would step down the aisle with some cool cat and a week, month, year, whatever, later, I would not like the taste of him, the smell of him, his texture anymore. And who’s to say when my taste for him would come back. Imagine the havoc my little “thing” could wreck in a marriage. Yikes!
As long as I stay cute, I will stay solo. Men are easy to charm. They are very nice to me.
When I grow chubby, old, and unattractive then I will find one man and I will marry him because he will be honest and for sure in love with me and not attracted to my beauty. We will be happy forever. And if I go through a food crisis he will just say, “No biggie, but I gotta have my prime rib.” And I will understand completely.
One of us will go out onto the deck during “dinner.”
Sand, do you eat dinner cozied up to your beau? I want to hear a big YES!
