Yea. . . I see the draw of "an aroma" emanating from a meal you're not allowed to eat vs. the stench from the "all you can eat buffet" where you just witnessed the rag that had been used to wipe a spill on the floor is also being used to tidy up around the warming pans in the buffet.

It's rough "out there", trying to find someone you trust who'll put up with your chit. . . where the "concessions" made don't equate to lopping off a limb that's relied upon on a daily basis.

You've obviously got amazing friends, a loving sibling, the warmth of family, entertaining acquaintances, places to go, people to see. . . . f*ck it. . .cook for and feed yourself and to hell with that one person, whoeverthehell it may be (you might not even know, could be barking up the wrong tree) whose missing out on a ringside seat to YOU!