In my case, people always seem to be able to think of nothing else but food, and more food. (She's fat, so she must love eating, so let's give her food.
Actually I hate eating, as it makes me even fatter... Can't they see that I have a problem with food? I only eat when I am depressed, and it is very depressing to be thought of only in terms of "must love stuffing her face").The worst this year was the community hamper. Now I really feel like I belong on the scrap heap. Community hampers are for those who spend Christmas on their own (yes, I do - thank goodness!), who are old and feeble, have no friends, and low income. Aye right. (Yes to some of those.) Full of stuff I don't want to eat, but will do so, if my depression curve sinks any lower - and how can it not, having to deal with a bloody hamper full of sweeties??? I had taken the delivery of the hamper in good faith, as I thought it was for a friend of mine - same happened last year, because this particular friend was difficult to get hold of around Christmas, but I was in contact with her. And then I discovered that it was my name on the thing. Arghhhh!
Yes, of course, I could throw it all in the bin. But my (protestant, German
) upbringing forbids such waste. (Although I have in the past put entire boxes of chocolates on the compost in despair...) I could take it to the food bank - but that's the same people running it here as do the hampers, so I would at the least have to explain myself, and I hate conflict - can't deal with it, especially not now, in this emotionally charged time, when I'm down in the dumps anyway. (Guess why I want to spend Christmas on my own?)So - if any of you are nearby, and fancy a hamper, please come and take it away from me!
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