I tried making mint cupcakes today, which turned out to be the worst-tasting food I've ever made. Normally if this was in the privacy of my own kitchen I would not mind..but other people were here. And no one in my family wanted to eat them, so my sister brought them to church to feed them to unknowing people (because Dan insisted on being taste-tester....not my fault). Not a big deal right? So why is this feeling of failure the most intense feeling I've had in a while?
I hate failing. I hate saying the wrong thing in front of people, so much so that conversations become these little mini-tests for me - I made her laugh? That was successful then, that was a good time. Awkward silences? I gotta think up more things to say next time.
My life. So, so sad.
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