Found this site after two of the most miserable weeks of my life. It helped just to know I wasn’t alone in the world - I hate that anyone in the world hurts the way I’ve been hurting, but it makes me feel less strange and crazy. Thank you.
Today I was running a market stall (with a couple of other people - I don’t want to take the credit for it!) selling delicious tomato and bacon pasta (along with some other really yummy things!). Our pasta all sold our really quickly, and I was happy. But then I looked under the pots we were keeping the pasta in, and I felt horribly sad, because there were a few little bits of pasta that had fallen out and not been sold. All their other pasta friends were off being tasted and loved and given attention, but there these ones were, sitting on their own, cold and no longer acceptable to eat. Can you imagine how that must feel? Falling through the cracks due to someone’s carelessness, and because of it, no longer being considered good enough? Plus, I bet someone made that pasta with a great deal of love. They made that pasta, expecting it to be eaten and given as much lobe and appreciation as they had given it when they made it. Imagine how sad that pasta maker would be if they knew their poor penne babies had been rejcected.
I wanted to eat them, just so they knew they were loved. But then someone just threw them out. :’( I said a few words for them in private later. I still feel bad about it.