There is this thing that bothers me... like bothers me to the point of wanting to stab somebody. I wouldn't actually do it, because I often times don't carry my shank with me - but I wish that I did.
When I bring lunch to work, which is most days, it's often times leftovers. I think leftovers are the bee's knees! So when I heat up my food and sit at my desk to eat (so that I can play online), I get comments of oh that smells so good, what is it? or boy, that smells good.
First, I don't know what to say when someone says that smells good - why else would I be eating it dummy? I don't eat food that tastes/smells like shit.
Second, I don't like when people talk about or look at my lunch. It's my lunch time, and while I may have chosen to sit at my desk and eat it (and we have no walls in my office), I didn't open the lines of communication to talk about what I'm eating. My Time. I don't walk up to your desk or into the lunch room and stare at your food inquiring about it...
Third, why do you even want to know? It's not like you have the same thing. What's the point in torturing yourself with how amazing my lunch is? I don't want to tell you.
I know this sounds odd... and I can't explain why it bothers me so much... it just does.
Am I weird?