A Little Boonie Told Me: Chapter 6
The Fictional Diary Of An Optimistic Gender Neutral Child With Anxiety
Dear Little Boonie,
I tried to cook a meal today.
Mac’N’Cheese. It didn’t start as Mac’n’Cheese, but it turned into Mac’N’Cheese.
I didn’t have any heavy whipping cream.
I like cooking, but the energy necessary to fuel yourself for every meal gives me anxiety — so I don’t eat all the time.
I eat some of the time, most of the time, and sometimes I eat all the time, some of the time, but a lot of the time, I eat almost none of the time.
It’s an unfortunate predicament to feel hunger, but not having the will to journey to the kitchen, let alone create something that could be passable as edible. Not to mention the tedious work of deciding what type of creation I feel like having pass through my internal organs.
I prefer sweet drinks, to food, that is. It’s easier.
My parents said I shouldn’t have sugar, though. I forget if I’ve told you that already. I forget a lot of things, who I’ve told what to, what I did what with and who.
I should keep a planner. Or a journal. A planner to plan what I need to remember, and a journal to remember what I pulled off after planning.
It was supposed to be penne. The meal I meant to make, I mean. Chicken penne, but I used buttermilk, and it gave the expanded cooked noodles this sour taste.
I thought it would work the same as heavy whipping cream. It didn’t.
The cheese helped hide that taste, but something still felt wrong.
I like cooking, but the energy necessary to fuel yourself for every meal — did I already tell you that? Sorry.
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The fictional diary of a gender neutral child with anxiety named Little Boonie, A Little Boonie Told Me.
Little Boonie is an incredibly hopeful and optimistic child, who has trouble focusing on the same topic for more than a few minutes. They are artistic minded, and in the process of experiencing the world around them.