Bachelor(esque) Dinners

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In many respects I am incredibly mature, independent and good at taking care of myself. I eat a proper breakfast everyday, pay my bills on time, do my dishes in a timely manner and am never ever late to work. My closest friends like confiding in me because they know that no matter the issue, I will never, ever judge them for it.

In many respects I am incredibly mature, independent and good at taking care of myself. I eat a proper breakfast everyday, pay my bills on time, do my dishes in a timely manner and am never ever late to work. My closest friends like confiding in me because they know that no matter the issue, I will never, ever judge them for it.

I am however, absolutely terrible at making sure I get a proper dinner. Case in point: this evening for dinner I ate 3 packets of kim (dried seaweed), several chunks of cheese, peanut butter eaten directly from the far and some dry cereal. Why? I have money to go out and treat myself to a dinner out, even an expensive one. Likewise, the grocery store is fairly convenient and I do in fact have some dumplings in the freezer and eggs in the fridge, not to mention the fact that I could have had milk with that cereal. I just… couldn’t be bothered. Sure it would have been nice but I was Reading and it didn’t seem terribly important. In college, my parents wouldn’t let me off of the full meal plan because they know that during research I’m even more terrible about remembering to feed myself. Ironically, I get incredibly cranky and downright bitchy when I’m hungry, it’s worse than before I’ve had my first cup of coffee. At least then I’m mainly grunting at you instead of stringing together biting remarks.

In Anyang there was nearly always someone calling or texting me to meet up for dinner. Salsa boy and I ate together nearly every night. I have friends in Yangsan but not that many I’m particularly close to yet. It’s an effort to put myself out there and call people I hardly know. I can already hear my mother telling me to make the effort or at the very least, stock my fridge better. I have never missed my local 5 aisle grocery store more than when I step in the door of the local monstrosities. It’s too overwhelming, too many choices. I got overwhelmed at Stop and Shop in the States, imagine a place where the sales people all try to help you in a language you don’t really speak and everyone is craning to see what you have in your cart while narrowly avoiding being plowed down by busy families and their over-sized shopping cart. I love adventures. I seem to be able to brave everything from live octopus to teaching to traveling alone but somehow, I get defeated by a grocery store. Excuses, excuses. To be honest, it’s kind of funny that someone who misses her mother’s 5 star cuisine is perfectly willing to eat peanut butter out of the jar for dinner. At least I used a spoon this time.



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