Baking away your frustrations

There's this certain person that never fails to pick a bone with me. He sanctimoniously preaches and corrects me and yet is too lazy to lift a finger to help or even offer suggestions on what is it that I’m doing wrong. I seriously don’t see why he should be so offended by the way I work or interact with others since I’ve always been like this and I don’t see anybody complaining. Whatever I do he has to point and laugh derisively. He views my actions through tinted glass and expects me to conform to his idea of what is “normal”. On a few occasions I tried to hold my ground. However nothing could triumph over the perverse mind of such an individual. My feeble attempts at reasoning pales in comparison to his nonsensical diatribe condemning my actions and I always leave feeling stupid for indulging him in a nonsensical game of mindless squabbling. He’s the one to comment that I’m petty, picky and high-maintenance. What the nerve. As for the unmitigated disaster that ensued - caused by my very own hubris and ineptitude, as opposed to the unassuming calmness of mind and soundness of a well structured argument, both of which are unimpeachable - I not only wept with frustration but with great annoyance. And I am usually not one to be easily dissuaded.

Then again, pertinaciousness and pride do have a nasty habit of manifesting themselves in an irrational manner. Once bitten, twice apparently not shy. I still “confront” him head on. My impetuous nature against his steady, imperturbable confidence or rather misplaced confidence of self is synonymous to the Wolof proverb of how an egg should not wrestle against a rock. It’s not the terse arguments you have when somebody knocks into your car but more like mindless childish incessant squabbling. It definitely wouldn’t drive you up a wall and force you to hurl a stream of invectives at the person. But you feel irritated because he has to have a say in everything and although you know that it wouldn’t make an iota of difference by rebutting back you couldn’t let him have the satisfaction of winning. I would love to be the magnanimous one, hold my peace and not participate in the trivial squabbling but he has this uncanny ability forcing me participate in this frivolous game of “I’m rubber, you’re glue. Whatever you say bounces off me and sticks to you?” I wonder if this is gonna have serious repercussions on how I treat people in the future. It’s as if he enjoys pissing me off. Whatever Man!

Anyways gonna bake my frustrations away…it has been quite a while since I baked so brace yourselves. Baking is so therapeutic. It's so methodological, sometimes bordering on clinical but it's also always so meditative. If i were to bake all my frustrations into the cake wouldn't the cake taste awful? Hope you bought insurance people haha.