I never really thought that I'd be a person who enjoyed cooking. Now not only do I enjoy to cook but I have no complaints about the hour or so per week that I spend meticulously planning the menu and making out the grocery list. As if that's not enough, I roughly know how much it costs to make any given meal and have an extensive log of prices at the grocery store. (Thanks OutOfMilk.)
But what happens when someone asks me what kinds of food I prepare?
"Uh...well, there's this one curry I make. And, ah, well. Sometimes I make fajitas. With beans. I make beans in the crock pot. Or there's, well, er."
And then I just stand there for a moment asking myself, "What do I eat?" and looking as if my claim to cooking six nights a week is just a big ol' lie.
This week I decided to finally become active on Goodreads and the same thing happened. I did a little snooping around, checked out other people's shelves and their "read" books, and thought, "Oh I've got this."
Wrong. So very, very wrong. Here is the running dialogue in my head.
"I just read some of Jennifer Weiner's books, so there are those. Oh awesome, three books already! And The Lord of the Rings, obviously. Now, hm. Harry Potter! And...oh god. Oh no, is that all I've read? Is that ALL that I've ever read?"
C'mon folks. I thought Goodreads was supposed to be fun and, most importantly, not intended to give me an existential crisis.
After I had a good long breather into a paper bag and a cup of coffee or two I went at it again and filled in three pages worth of books, but titles keep popping up in my head and I have two choices: I can either stop everything, dash to the computer, and fill it in before I forget, or I can not do it right away and completely forget by the time I sit down.
I can't be the only one. Do you have the same problem?