TdC
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A couple of days ago my GF and I were in my kitchen and we were going to cook our evening meal in parallel. Thus meaning both of us cooking at the same time, not...other things
Well, tbh I started to feel a bit strange: my kitchen seemed really cramped and inefficient. My GF seemed really large and domineering almost to the point of me moving out of the way even though she wasn't near me or inside my imaginary personal space. Suddenly things seemed to spiral away from me, I no longer knew what was going on, how far along what I was cooking was, what she was doing or where my cooking utensils were. I'd put down a spatula, and then I wanted it again it would suddenly be somewhere else etc.
This continued until I reached for my wooden spatula that I'd been using to stir fry some rice, and found that my GF had just used it to stir some sauce she was making. Looking at the sauce-covered wooden thing, the looming incompatibility of wet sauce and dry rice made me even more stresssed and I just had to leave the kitchen for a minute.
This may sound a bit strange, but I'm a bit freaked out by the whole thing and I've got a feeling of guilt, like I've done something wrong or nasty. Someone say something nice to cheer me up!
Well, tbh I started to feel a bit strange: my kitchen seemed really cramped and inefficient. My GF seemed really large and domineering almost to the point of me moving out of the way even though she wasn't near me or inside my imaginary personal space. Suddenly things seemed to spiral away from me, I no longer knew what was going on, how far along what I was cooking was, what she was doing or where my cooking utensils were. I'd put down a spatula, and then I wanted it again it would suddenly be somewhere else etc.
This continued until I reached for my wooden spatula that I'd been using to stir fry some rice, and found that my GF had just used it to stir some sauce she was making. Looking at the sauce-covered wooden thing, the looming incompatibility of wet sauce and dry rice made me even more stresssed and I just had to leave the kitchen for a minute.
This may sound a bit strange, but I'm a bit freaked out by the whole thing and I've got a feeling of guilt, like I've done something wrong or nasty. Someone say something nice to cheer me up!