u/youcantfoolgrandma5

This post has everything to do with my loneliness; it's just one aspect of it. Ever since the man I liked got engaged, it's becoming more of a habit of me to look at people's fingers to see if they're wearing a wedding band. Sometimes I can't tell if it's a fashion ring or not (with regard to women wearing one), but most of the time I can tell if it's a legit wedding ring worn by either a man or woman. I hate making it look like it's only about a piece of jewelry but if I had enough money, I'd be tempted by buy myself a wedding ring and wear one, because I hate my hand looking bare. The only problem with that is that if it's hard enough to get a man with no ring on my finger, then it would be next to impossible with a ring on it.

I do not know if this counts as being a picky eater or not. Let's see.

The irony is, I do have an appetite. It's just that whenever I try new foods, I don't like most of them. I see people praise how delicious certain foods are as they eat them and I'm like, yuck.

I have a limited scope of things that I go wow on. I also don't like to eat food that other people have cooked, even if I like it when I'm the one cooking it.

There is a festival at church coming up in a week. The church prides itself on "ox roast" sandwiches, and it seems like everyone thinks that the sandwiches are delicious, but I think they're disgusting. It's a really nice social event but I feel like I can't go because I can't stand the food. This is not the only social event I can't go to because the food is sickening.