Story Of My Life

It wasn't that long ago, just last Sunday. My sister decided to cook us dinner, I say us because it was only her, me, and my younger sister since the rest of my family left to a party. She decided to cook some pork, and something else that I don't like besides pork is oil. I've never had severe pain from oil, but I just hated working with it, it was dangerous and with just a little heat, it could cause painful scars. I didn't want to cook pork with her, because I hate even being near oil, but I decided to cook noodles instead. It was fine, really, everything was fine from the moment I cooked the noodles to the moment I was stirring in the sauce and to the moment I turned off the stove, except there was one tiny problem- the pork was still frying in the oil. I sit here typing this, with six very distinct burn marks on my right arm, all displayed with no shame. As you could tell, yes, I did get burned with oil because it probably hates me. I am absolutely certain that oil hates me. Imagine your life flash right before yours in the matter of three seconds, a pain so quick and sharp it made you shrink, two solid tears ready to spew from the corners of your eyes... yeah, that's what happened to me.

P.S. I will always hate oil.