And it failed.
Then I tried again this last week.
That batch failed, too.
Usually butter--and the question on whether or not melting it beforehand to make the hand-mixing go faster--is the culprit of these problems.
But, I digress.
I just wanted to feel holiday-y-ish-er-astic-(and other English adjective-creating suffixes as well). But, like most times in which I really GO for the Christmas (I'm not Christian), Hanukkah (I'm not Jewish), or Saturnalia (I'm not from Saturn) celebration, it falls flat on its face.
Such is life.
There is so little we can have control over in this world, especially when the amount of people we're around and the opportunities for interactions you have no control over (and thus, don't want) seem to pop up that much more often.
It's sort of like a crash course of high school all over again, where insecurity reigns constant. In fact, I can sum up my high school experience in one graph, simultaneously summarizing, visually, the definition of a mathematical constant:
But, this does not deter any of us from trying to experience the holidays in all their glory. Or from trying to be around the family members, although it sometimes feels like you're tight-rope-walking the line between an emotional mine field and/or joy & relief at surviving without any awkward moments.
One is always glad to escape those moments.
I had one of those moments a few years back.
I'd like to share it with you now.
It was thanksgiving at my grandma's house (on my dad's side).
I had just sat down to eat.
I think I ended up actually defining the gay male population as having a higher GDP than the lesbian population due to regional hot spots in the Bay Area being more heavily populated by gay men as opposed to women, which landed me in a quandary of where to place bisexuals, which I then realized would throw off my entire theory of income levels within the queer community, and that's about when I started to flounder in my economic queer theory altogether as there was no way for me to fully categorize who or what or how we all are.*
I then decided to just drop the subject and eat turkey.
*This is proof that there never was, and never could be a Gay Agenda. Unless you're counting Disney On Ice. That was totally us.
Be sure to bundle up as the weather gets cooler.