Intern Kellie alone in the studio today. I’m here to talk about a sensitive topic with you.
Yesterday, I had one of the worst days of my life. In the midst of dealing with a group project in which the group was extremely dysfunctional, I was not feeling well, and I was just overall sensitive to everything everyone said, I really wanted the day to be over.
My group had to rush the project together, give a presentation about it, and the professor basically told us it was awful, I really couldn’t handle much more. I normally have another class after that but I just couldn’t do it yesterday. I called my amazing boyfriend (he really is amazing) and said I need you to take me for a drink and a burger.
As a side note, whenever I’m upset, depressed, moody, etc., I stress eat. I am very blessed to have been given amazing genes in which I can eat anything and everything I want and still stay thin (THANKS MOM! And don’t tell me it will catch up to me later because my mom still weighs 114 pounds).
Well, I had a beergarita, the most amazing burger ever, and the company of the man I love and I felt much better. Until he had to go to work. My boyfriend owns a bar downtown and picks up shifts on occasion for extra money (meaning he works nights). He left about 8 p.m. and it was really sad because he always makes me feel better.
As soon as he left, I realized that awesome burger I ate had digested and I was hungry again (well, really I just wanted to eat) and I had a HUGE craving for Chinese food.
I tried to call my friend that loves the same place as me but he didn’t answer. I sat in bed watching bad TV trying to resist the urge for about ten minutes and knew I was losing that battle. So I put on some flip flops and headed out, alone.
Whenever I got to the restaurant and requested a table for one, the staff immediately perked up and treated me like a queen. Why is this?! Do they think in my normal life, I’m just a lonely person? I had the staff of about 6 waiters constantly checking on me to make sure I was okay.
To make it worse, I had brought in a book for school that screamed FERTILITY AND REPRODUCTION – ASSISTED REPRODUCTION TECHNOLOGY. I thought, “Oh geez, do people think I’m some freak trying to have a baby on my own because I’ve given up on men?!”
But seriously, take a look at the lo-mein I ate (about 3/4 of the plate went straight to my belly)! I was in and out in about 30 minutes and geez, I was glad whenever that situation was over but it was totally worth all of the people judging me.
I have included a picture of my amazing boyfriend with our beergarita, the fertility book, and the delicious lo-mein I ate alone.
Maybe next time, I’ll just save my craving for when I can go with my boy! :)