Things are Not What They Seem

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

One of my article series on dealing with men.

 decided one Sunday afternoon, after binge-watching some Netflix and a rather disappointing and aborted driving lesson, to walk down to the local market. I had made some chicken drumsticks in an Asian-inspired sauce as well as some soup, though I am not claiming to be some gourmet. Somehow, I felt like saving it all for tomorrow. Tomorrow was going to be cold. I loved the idea of reheating it. 

 

It was nice and warm, relatively, for a Sunday in late November. I hadn’t gotten any exercise and decided to get a two-mile walk in so at least I had done something. Today had been a no-brainer, some time off from my usual fiasco of either restaurant work or a mystery shopping business. Covid-19 regulations had kicked in again for two weeks, which always meant I would be walking around a lot, participating in online singing sessions, bussing around, playing netball, and trying some new websites.

 

On occasion, I even dared a few recipes, though cooking is not my thing. I am very good at cleaning and sewing. My upset at my attractive, nice, belligerent teacher had frustrated me, and I decided to continue my lessons at another school. Maybe I had given him a hard time, but he kept expecting me to answer a bunch of questions while driving. I cannot answer questions while driving. I have to concentrate on the road. I had let my license go and needed to obtain it again. 

 

All I had presently besides bus passes was an old scooter I avoided riding. I wanted to learn how to drive so I could either buy a cheap car for getting around town or register with a more affordable car-sharing program. I once read that only twenty-seven percent of New Yorkers had driver’s license. It was the big city and made sense. I was in the suburbs (undisclosed location). 

 

Driving was a bit frustrating for me. It wasn’t a natural skill like math, reading, swimming, platform diving, modeling, cleaning, decorating, travel, or singing. I remember a friend of mine who was hopeless at reading, pool, and bowling. While I excelled at reading, for me, pool and bowling were hit and miss. I could laugh at my inability. While I was and am a master at netball, I am still so-so at golf. Never deterred me from liking anything. Still, it was hard to shake off the disapproval of this driving instructor, his constant criticism, and sneering attitude. After two lessons, I had just had it. 

 

What is the point of this? I was looking around at the market for the sushi that matched the delicious sushi in my head. But the market was not Umi or Bento Nouveau. The sushi was boring, average, poorly made, and old. I ended up searching sandwiches for a gluten-free item or even some potato salad. Potatoes and salad were my go-to items when gluten-free items were not around. 

 

One of my thoughts was how much I hated men who made me food without asking my preferences and without asking if I wanted them to, just to impress me and get something, when I wasn’t interested and wasn’t hungry. Called a nice gesture but intrusive was my ruling. According to Michelle’s Method, sometimes things have to be turned on their heads to see how they really are. My dietary preferences were no red meat, no sugar, no tomatoes, and no gluten. 

 

I had grown tired of them, though the salads looked good. I needed a change. In front of me was a strange item called arancini. It sounded Italian and exotic. The little balls were accompanied by a red sauce. I bought it along with some cider that looked like a regular in the can cider. The cider was delicious. The arancini was terrible. Dry, thick, pasty, and lacking in flavor, it only tasted worse in the seafood sauce accompaniment. I ate 1.5 balls and threw the rest out. 

 

The point is just because something sounds wonderful, exotic, or interesting doesn’t mean it is. What is on the outside is not a good judge for the inside. Presentation and names are just that. Icing on the cake. 

 

Sometimes, when you are bored and distracted by frustration, you look for something else. I am on my own, in my own situation, and not seeing anyone. Of course, it is perfectly all right to go seeking something when alone if the person who interests you is alone, too. 

 

But don’t expect it to pan out. Don’t rush to decisions. Don’t arrive with exalted expectations or sudden impressions. Look at the inside. If the looks are good, the taste may not be. And you may just be there out of frustration or disappointment from relationships, life, boredom, or something else. 

 

Distractions don’t work out most of the time and often fail to meet expectations. They also are just band-aids for the real issues. You got to work on the real issues. Pursue your distractions if you like. Just be aware.

 


Submitted: November 23, 2020

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