Soup with minced meat, onions, potatoes, butter, carrots, corn, peas, bell pepper, and a dash of chili flakes.
I add some hot sauce to my own bowl. If it wasn't for spicy, I'd probably be more depressed.
It's so annoying because it happens every single time. I have stopped even saying anything whenever I do have a fly in my drink just to avoid giving people a reason to say it, but they still do.
Me: *silently removing a fly with my pinky*
Friend: "What''s that, a fly?"
Me: *already cringing* "Mhm"
Friend: "Extra protein LMAO!!! 😆🤣💀"
Just stop it
I've been going to the gym for many years by now. I'm decently strong, and my girlfriend considers me fit. People might see me as disciplined, but I actually genuinely like the feeling of working out. It gives me instant gratification, thank fuck for that because I probably couldn't be arsed otherwise.
My closest friend has a PhD in physics. Incredibly sharp guy, brilliant mind. He straight up told me that he's simply lucky for being so into physics, rather than disciplined. He doesn't even particularly care about his PhD, he cares about physics.
To me, his endeavors are mind-blowing. I can't fathom reading about physics for thousands of hours, letalone understand it. To me, it looks like mad discipline to be able to.