I seem to have developed an irrational obsession with cooking.
Cooking is something I've always enjoyed a great deal, I consider myself to be fairly good at it, I used to find it an excellent way to relax and unwind after a hard day at work, and there's nothing I love more than cooking for other people, especially my partner. Nothing wrong with any of that, I know. However, I am slightly concerned that cooking is now becoming an obsession for me. This obsession sometimes even causes 'meltdowns'.
Because I work long hours and often get home quite late, my partner tends to do most of the cooking. Even though I fully understand why my partner is in charge of the cooking and accept that it's the most realistic option for us, I still get quite grumpy if I've not cooked for while.
But that's just the start of it. Whenever I do cook (when I have a day off or something like that), I absolutely hate people helping or giving advice or criticism, even if the advice/criticism is perfectly justified. I also take far too much time over it than I need to making sure everything looks neat and 'perfect', so whoever I am cooking for ends up having to wait a long time to eat.
For a long time while I was growing up, I suffered with quite severe low self-esteem (I still do to a certain extent) and I think I may have used cooking as a way of feeling better about myself. It was something I knew I was good at, people always seemed to enjoy my food, so it became my way of expressing myself. I know that what I'm about to say sounds extremely self-centred, but it slightly annoys me that my partner is as good at cooking as me (if not better); I start to think that it no longer matters I'm good at cooking which I know is completely irrational and not at all the case, but I still get these ridiculous thoughts at times. I guess I just need to accept that cooking is not the only thing I'm good at, and even if it were, other people are allowed to be good at it too. I should learn to enjoy cooking for what it is, not because it makes me feel good about myself.
Does anyone else have any 'obsessions' like this? I would love to hear about your experiences, and how your loved ones dealt with them.