Potlucks Are Cancelled: Potluck Horror Stories

I sat there at my neighbor's kitchen table as her aunt cooked a huge batch of her "Slay Ya Mama". spaghetti. Although it was for a potluck, she was attending, she was going to share some with my neighbor (her niece) and I before she packed it up to go.  As she was cutting up the bell peppers for the sauce,  she got a little ahead of herself and cut her finger. "SHIT!" she yelled as she continued to cut the peppers and throw them into the sauce. I gasped. Not because she cut her self but because she continued to cook while she was bleeding without once addressing the wound. "Aren't you going to wash and wrap your wound?" I said with disgust. She stopped, looked at me and said "I ain't got AIDS" and proceeded to cook. At that moment I knew why the dish was called "Slap Ya Mama Spaghetti". It made me want to slap her mama for thinking any part of that was okay. I stopped trusting other people's food ever since. That's one of my potluck horror stories but wait until you read these stories others shared. 

There's a 1,000 Ways to Die and Your Job is One of Them: How to Quit Your Job

"It's been 3 days" Christine said, face down in the toliet bowl. "3 days since what?" her sister asked while holding back her hair. "3 damn days since I've been to sleep," Christine yelled before hurling up more blood. This has been the worst condition of stress Christine has been in her whole life. She's a team lead at her overworked and vastly underpaid job. The work isn't fulfilling, the culture is toxic, and the commute is draining. This was her best option post graduation. She tried to make the best of it but how much better can it get at this point? Coming home after 10 hours of being unappreciated results in insomnia, fatigue, headaches, and nausea that's been so bad that she's thrown up all the food in her system and is now throwing up bile and blood.

Friendship With The Opposite Sex Can Be Fulfilling and Totally Unromantic

Some of the most meaningful friendships in my life are with men. These men hold such an endearing place in my heart and there is nothing in that place that is physically attracted to them. Don't get me wrong, they are attractive and any woman would be lucky to have them. However, I genuinely feel like one of the luckiest women in the world to have them solely as my friend. No part of me wants to change that. Sadly, there are a lot of people who have not experienced this kind of friendship. Some think it's impossible and then there are some people who don't know how to interact with the opposite sex without flirting. However, I wish everyone would be receptive to letting someone of the opposite sex into their life, free of sexual interest. These platonic relationships offer such an awarding balance.