Good morning, thank you for joining me for another #WeekendCoffeeShare. I’m having a steamy cup of hot cocoa with lots of mini marshmallows. Would you like some? Here, we’ll sit six feet apart so we can adhere to the social distant law of 2020.
It’s been nice to talk to someone again. Other than the weekly meeting with my colleagues and an occasion customer on the phone complaining about a bill, I hardly talked to anyone these days.
When I try to speak at home, mom would tell me to shut up. She doesn’t really talk to me these days. All she does is watch YouTube videos 15-20 hours a day and will only speak to me when she either needs me to do something or to insult me about petty little things.
This leads me to feel a little down or depress at times these days.
Anyway, my department had our annual Christmas meal yesterday. Each person was allow to get $40 worth of food at the restaurant of their choice. I went with a local barbecue joint and the food was fantastic or maybe because I haven’t had barbecue in a while.
I got a 4 meat combo meal with St. Louis Ribs, chicken leg and thigh, sausage, and brisket with mac n’ cheese, baked beans, coleslaw, corn chowder, a corn muffin, and 4 spears of deep fried pickles or as they’re called, “frickles”, all for under $30. I couldn’t stop saying Frickles. It’s such a fun word to say.
My colleagues and I spent almost 3 hours chatting, seeing each other for the first time in a long time, and we played trivia games on Kahoot. It was the most fun I’ve had in a long while.
Of course, Mom couldn’t let me have fun. The day before the party, Mom kept asking why I have to get barbecue. “Why don’t you get Red Lobster and share with me?” She said.
“Why don’t you?” I snapped back.
She got $45 DoorDash gift card from her department to get the meal of her choice but for some reason, she wanted me to get Red Lobster with my $40 and share with her. “But I don’t like lobsters.” I told her even though I know there are many more items on the menu than lobster. I just knew mom would make me order lobster.
“You have $45. Why don’t you order Red Lobsters?” I have been craving barbecue all year long. I cannot remember when I last had such strange cravings as barbecue meats and burgers. 2020 is so weird.
“Don’t be so selfish.” Mom replied, playing the “selfish” card again, “Share with your mother.”
Why? Why can’t I just enjoy a meal with things I like to eat? Why do I always have to go out of my way and please everyone? Is it wrong to satisfy myself once in a while? This isn’t called selfish, it’s self-care, right?
Anyway, I’m looking forward to next week. It’s a short work week for me – only two days – and even though I’m not exactly looking forward to being stuck at home with mom, I think I might as well make the most of it by reading, watching movies, and other stuff.
I wish you a Merry Christmas and hope to return again next week.