An Open Letter

I didn’t go to the gym today and so I spent four hours making a massive almost 6 foot tall elephant of cardboard as a decoration for my living room until I get furniture also that I can make this stupid fucking joke of the elephant in the room. To the two friends that I showed it to they lost their shit and thought it was the funny as fuck. And honestly I’m kind of just happy that I get to make things that are silly and stupid and I also cooked today, and it was a very super simple meal but it tasted delicious. It was also very cheap to me and I’m happy that I took the time to do it. A made fun of me and was pretty rude because the dish was not up to her standards, and I did voice how it was out of place for her to say the stuff that she did. She didn’t respond super great but whatever I don’t need her to respond in any kind of way.

I think cooking has started to become a little bit of an insecurity for me, because I’ve had a couple experiences now with female friends that grew up cooking that make fun of me for my inexperience. And it feels really unfair to me because growing up I didn’t even get the chance to cook or to do anything like that, because I was forced to do academics 24/7. A mentioned how she would cook with her family and that was a big bonding time for her and I’m really happy for her and I think it makes it exceptionally shitty to me to have it rubbed into my face how I didn’t have anyone to teach me this stuff. And so I understand that I’m really inexperienced and not super aware of a lot of things that might be common knowledge to someone else. And I understand that it might seem to someone else that I’m completely clueless and naïve, but it’s really hard to try to learn these things on your own without help. It’s one of those things where you don’t even know where to start and you don’t even know what you don’t know. I ruined so many nonstick pans because I was cleaning them wrong and that’s something that might seem super obvious in hindsight but how the fuck am I supposed to know that a pan is not supposed to be scrubbed? And I feel really defensive with stuff like this because I’ve encountered a lot of people that just cannot put themselves in the shoes of remembering what it was like to not know something. And this is something that I’ve noticed a lot as a double standard. For the things that I grew up knowing because that’s all I had as a child, I’ve been very conscious about the fact that not everyone had the same experience as I did and so it’s never someone’s fault for not knowing something when it was something they should’ve been taught. There’s no point in shaming them and it’s not fair to do that either I find. And I think everyone agrees with that philosophy until it comes to something they don’t consider it applicable to.