Insanity to SOUP

                I am seriously beginning to wonder if everyone is as paranoid as I am. Is it just me? I mean, I am realizing that I am AFRAID of communication with living beings. Anyone outside of my safe little circle of friends I am afraid to establish any contact with. I was just on facebook and was going through the “You may know” section and clicking to figure out if I do know these people.  I then ran across some people I knew in school. I clicked on “add as a friend” on them and panicked.  The first thought was, “Wouldn’t it be cool if I started chatting with someone and I got to be like, really good friends!!?” Then, this thought showed up:

                “NO. because then they would try to IM you and you know how you HATE it when people IM you at the wrong times and you NEVER have something witty or clever to say to them and you get all frustrated and they decide you are still a loser because you won’t talk…and what if they decided they wanted to meet up? Then you would have to LEAVE THE HOUSE! And then they will see just how FAT you are now. NONONONO. Just stay here in your comfort zone. Strange people are bad. They might eat you. Or worse, they might stab you repeatedly while calling you insulting names and laughing maniacally with your blood dripping off of their noses.”

SOUP!

                Then I think…”That would make a cool post.” So here I am....Hoping that people will read what an insane hermit I really am. As I make French onion soup from scratch. MMMMMM. Oniony goodness.  OH! Someone accepted my friend request! Wonder if they’d actually talk to me. You see, I am desperate for social interaction while being deathly afraid of it. My coping mechanism? You guessed it, it’s food. You don’t have to think of anything to say when you are shoving your faces with food. Or, even better, the food itself is so amazing that it gives you something to talk about. I would love to have dinner parties. As long as the people don’t stay too long and don’t mind the 80 year-old in the TV room. Do people even HAVE dinner parties anymore? What about dances or formals or balls? I would LOVE to hold a Masquerade Ball somewhere. It seems the only things the people I hang with do are drum circles, hippie festivals, and sitting around people’s houses listening to music. Now, I like these things, but wouldn’t it be awesome to have a huge party and just dress however we like and have a reason to wear the nice clothes we have hanging in our closets, gathering dust? Also, I would totally cater. I love to cook. I used to, every year on my birthday; cook a HUUUUGE pot of French Onion soup.  Then I would invite my friends over. Some of my friends would come over just for my soup.  Yes. I would bribe people to come over for my birthday with soup.