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Originally Posted by spaceman Bryce
When I was a kid and a teenager, I wasn't allowed to cook anything. My parents, my sisters, My cousins were free to cook anything they wanted. But I wasn't allowed to cook anything, not even spaghetti or like easy mac. This went on until I was out of my parents house. They would say no bryce no you'll burn the house down and this applied exclusively to me.
I don't think anyone realizes how bad this made me feel. And everyone was ok with it. Sometimes I would walk by the stove and people would say don't get any ideas. I never even did anything wrong.
Not one person was considerate enough of my feelings to even enlist my help for like making cake batter or something.
I could literally grow something but kind of tough in my apartment. I can cook sometimes though and never caused or cause a fire.
RR, Im not really that great at understanding how people see my posts and feel like it causes a lot of fights for no reason. And a lot of pain for me personally. So like this post is very serious and hurts to type.
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Originally Posted by spaceman Bryce
When you say you like strawberries y..you you don't mean human strawberries ruh...right?
This is something that happens when i get nervous and sort of make a meta joke that only exists in my head i guess.But we were talking about liver with ketchup and that was the point of the conversation when someone might say surely you dont mean human liver right? And so I transfered some of the words over in my head to the strawberry comment which to me is funny because it's not the part of the conversation you'd expect me to say that.
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I mean the fruit. Red and juicy.
I wish i could grow my own fruits too but I cant maybe ill get a plant for my apartment. These are some of the reasons I always end up talking to myself and confusing people I guess. And then it makes me depressed and angry to think about so i hide all my emotions about everything i just said so no one will know I'm having a bunch of bizarre thoughts.