Something happened to me recently that I felt I should share. It caused me to think, obviously far too much, and write this post today. We have all been there, and I'm sure you can all appreciate my issue with this situation.
Gross, gross, gross - right? There's nothing worse than sitting down to a mouth-watering meal, taking a bite - or 10, and discovering a long (or short) hair in the next bite you're about to put in your mouth. So, after this happened - I went through various emotions. I realized that when you find something (anything) in your food, you go through the 5 Stages of Grief that people typically go through when a friend/family member dies, except less dramatic and everyone is still alive... so it's the same thing. kay, now that we're all on the same page...
Warning: you're about to see a few ridiculous selfies that I took for the purpose of this post.
5 Stages of Grieving the Loss of Food
- Denial This can't be happening. There CANNOT be hair (or other various objects) in my food right now.
- Anger WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS? I just wanted a delicious <insert meal type here> and now it's ruined because SOMEBODY got their hair in my food while they were cooking.
- Bargaining Okay, so I've had 6 bites of food and haven't gotten any hair in my mouth so far. This is the only hair I've found... what are the chances that I'll find a second hair in my food? I'm sure it's totally fine. The food was cooked at high temperatures so any bacteria would've been 'boiled' off, right? Right. Lets do this.
- Depression I don't want to eat any meal ever again. How can I trust that any meal will ever be edible again?
- Acceptance Okay, whatever. You're a big girl, Faith. Eat the damn food and stop being a big baby about it. It's JUST A HAIR. One hair. No big deal. Finish the meal and get this whole situation over with.
THIS IS NOT FAIR. WHY LORD? WHY ME?
HOW HARD IS IT TO JUST NOT GET HAIR IN MY FOOD? IS NOTHING SACRED ANYMORE?
*sobs quietly into food*
So, there's that...
This is how I process such tragic events in my life.