Grrrrarrrrr!

I cooked last night. I made mashed potatoes. I added a can of cheese soup, a smidge of cream cheese, and the last of the margerine in my fridge. The margerine and the cream cheese were really efforts to empy out containers and get them out of the fridge. I also added pepper, salt, parmesean cheese, and garlic powder. All in all, they were a success, at least to me since I am the only one who has eaten them.

However, my pride in this accomplishment is dashed by one old hippie man. I went to volunteer today, for Tuesdays I volunteer for the Democrats of my county for approximately 2-3 hours. I enjoy this work because I feel like I am helping and making a difference without being obsessively involved, which I was five or six years ago. I fold letters, stuff envelopes, look up information, and other mundane activities that must get done. Another woman volunteers there full-time and her husband brings her lunch each day, which is really sweet. However, in talking about my cooking adventures, her husband asked why I don't like cooking. I said, I think it's boring and that the list of foods I eat is much shorter than the list of foods I do not eat.

At this statement he called me a spoiled brat. This bothers me. Sure, I get to have a choice in what I eat, how many Americans don't? However, my choices aren't extravagent and it is he who brings his wife lunch from Subway each day, an extra many cannot afford. I am not sitting around spooning caviar onto lavash, I do not eat lobster at each meal. I just am very finicky and it is not enjoyable for me. I cannot help that many foods don't taste good to me and that, in fact, they taste awful. I try everything. I am not closed-minded about trying something new. However, there are many things I just do not like. I don't see how this makes me a spoiled brat.

I do not like being called such a name because I like to think that I am very grateful for all that I have and I know, without a doubt, that I would not have the kind of lifestyle I have if it weren't for my parents. They are my major financial backers and I appreciate that 100%. I am always there for them when they need something or have a project for me to help out on. Grr. This man doesn't even know me and calls me names while I am volunteering. Pisses me off.