Making pasta for yourself, and only yourself, as a man, is weird.
Not that there’s anything wrong with being weird, but if you are a single man, making food for yourself, the last food you should be making for yourself is pasta.
Now EATING pasta in of itself is not weird; if it’s made by someone else, or you make some for yourself and someone else, that’s fine. Going to Olive Garden and getting the unlimited pasta? That’s okay; it’d be better if you went with someone. But pasta for one man? A singular man and no one else? He’s WEIRD.
“I love making pasta for just myself. Now I can eat as much as I want.” I got news for you pal; you’re WEIRD. A man should be making something manly, like steak, an entire rotisserie chicken, or, the manliest dish of all, a Greek style pita sandwich with extra pickled onions, tomatoes, lettuce, and tzatziki sauce with fresh hot garlic fries on the side. But PASTA for ONE MAN?! Nah fam; WEIRD.