TAKE THIS WITH YOU I KNOW YOU HATE IT

Mine will inconvenience herself when you didn’t even ask or want the thing. It is fairly exhausting to be around.

IM MAKING RICE SINCE YOU DONT LIKE THIS FOOD

no it’s ok I’m good, food looks great thank you for offer

I DIDNT EVEN KNOW WE STILL HAD THIS RICE. MUST BE LIKE 5 YEARS OLD HAHAHAHA . RICE IS READY.

🙃

The scattered dust of a nuclear winter settles on the irradiated skeletal forms of the occupants of the table, their flesh long stripped away leaving only soot-scarred bone. Not a soul remains except the spirit of the old woman, lifting ethereal dishes and plates in a gross pantomime of her former life. “Eat…” she whispers, shoving another spoonful of cake into the eternally-grinning jaws of her loved ones, “you must… eat.”

My paternal grandparents were so not like this. Even though they grew up in a post WW II Germany. I think they realized, either consciously or subconsciously “hey, this kid grows up in a world where there’s enough food, they do not need to worry. If they want to play with it or waste some of it, it’s a privilege and we are happy for them”

I had a dirt-poor phase in my early adulthood, there was a time where I only ate whatever could be scavenged on my dumpster diving tours + cheap pasta. I try to handle it like my grandparents and be empathetic and understanding towards friends who leave leftovers on their plate or have a, ehm, laid-back approach of handling food that tends to spoil easily. Deep down it hurts me so much to see it though.

What about the trigger finger rule, Grandma?

Call an ambulance!
But not for me.