I have switched it over to saying we should arrange a day and time.....then never bring it up. I still have a goal in my head of learning to be some kind of a hostess to guests....but I have been too exhausted. Having someone over, no matter how casual, would mean I'd have to take off the next day at work, or the day after that, from exhaustion. And honestly, I think my conversational skills, and my weird looking home, wouldn't be very inviting to others....and then that would feel like yet another fail. So I feel very conflicted - but people wanting to just drop by suddenly??? Not happening, I would have way too much anxiety. Some relatives tried to do that and I couldn't handle it - we had to tell them I was too ill, and really, it was true. Another relative tried to plan a trip up here to spend a few days at least.....and then she dropped it. I was so glad. Massive anxiety, but felt obliged - I grew up in a family and culture where hospitality is king and so very normal. In my imaginary ideal, though, the home is clean, people think it looks interesting, not off-putting and weird - or don't notice it at all, and I have that knack of presenting really good sweets with coffee or tea....I haven't stretched it so far, even in my mind, to imagine that I also sever a really tasty meal. I would love to have that as a goal, to be a talented cook....but I have always struggled with clumsiness and distraction and lack of practice in the kitchen. I haven't even manage to consistently prepare the simplest of foods for myself while maintainng full-time work. Trying to decide whether I should keep that goal of cooking - wondering if it comes form within, or it's bowing to expectations from without...and how realistic it would be for me. I actually feel really embarrassed and ashamed of my lack of cooking talent. Not sure if that's because of a real inborn desire, or failure to live up to social standards.
Anyway, I hope no one has any surprise visits any time soon!
Cooking and food preparation is one of the things I like least in life. I have absolutely zero interest in it. Like many on the spectrum I have 'special interests'. Cooking I guess is a special uninterest.
Cruel fate therefore when circumstances dictated I shift into the Homemaker position. I don't mind the Homemaker role itself, actually I kind of like it, it's just the cooking I dislike. But there is a working wife and 4 ever-hungry Chihuahuas to feed. (Human kids have grown up and out).
But even after several years I still basically suck at it. I just make the same repetitive simple meals with no seasonings. To my wife they are barely etable and she has resorted to stocking premade meals. But to my chihuahuas they are like dining in the finest restaurants of Paris.
So although as a human chef I am a pathetic and utter failure, in the chihuahua universe I am fabulous, a true artist, a giant in the field. When they finish their plates they are cleaner then if they just came out of the dishwasher. So clean I just put them back in the cupboard. Just kidding. I may even write a recipe book one day: 1 meal for Chihuahuas.