Christmas
Merry Christmas!
I'm exhausted. Family functions are... well... interesting. Particularly when it's the first opportunity they've had to pick me apart about my choice to become a vegetarian. Most of them were understanding but the ones that wern't... well I'd rather not re-live that.
Speaking of which, I had my first moment of feeling supurior for my eating choices. Everyone was sitting around the table after dinner, and while I felt full of energy and happy, they were all falling asleep on the table and kind of cranky. Because they'd just eaten a whole fucking turkey at one sitting! Come on, people. And yet I'm the one who's going to die of malnutrition or something.
Yeah, I'm ranting. Because, quite frankly, I'm sick of the way I'm treated because of this. Why do people feel so threatened by this choice! I never... never get upset with people about how they eat. It should be such a minor thing. You eat meat, I don't... you don't bug me about it, I don't bug you. It should be so simple. But it isn't. And it's not because I bug people about it.
I dunno, just the pure ignorance of people. And the second I mention that I'm a veggie, I get informed rudely that I'm not going to change their way of eating and I'd better not fucking try. And this before I even have a chance to say anything. Not that I would, come on people! I'm a fairly respectful person in general. And if I don't get that response, I get informed of how I'm going to die of malnutrition and where do I get my protien from?
Grrr. All I want is the same respect anyone should get for their eating choices. But nah, that's too much to ask. Apparently.
In any case I didn't realize I was so angry about this until I sat down to write this entry. I guess this is what journals are good for.
This was supposed to be about my awesome Christmas. Which was awesome though exhausting. I had a good time in general which is more then I can say about previous Christmas'.
I'm going to bed now.
I'm exhausted. Family functions are... well... interesting. Particularly when it's the first opportunity they've had to pick me apart about my choice to become a vegetarian. Most of them were understanding but the ones that wern't... well I'd rather not re-live that.
Speaking of which, I had my first moment of feeling supurior for my eating choices. Everyone was sitting around the table after dinner, and while I felt full of energy and happy, they were all falling asleep on the table and kind of cranky. Because they'd just eaten a whole fucking turkey at one sitting! Come on, people. And yet I'm the one who's going to die of malnutrition or something.
Yeah, I'm ranting. Because, quite frankly, I'm sick of the way I'm treated because of this. Why do people feel so threatened by this choice! I never... never get upset with people about how they eat. It should be such a minor thing. You eat meat, I don't... you don't bug me about it, I don't bug you. It should be so simple. But it isn't. And it's not because I bug people about it.
I dunno, just the pure ignorance of people. And the second I mention that I'm a veggie, I get informed rudely that I'm not going to change their way of eating and I'd better not fucking try. And this before I even have a chance to say anything. Not that I would, come on people! I'm a fairly respectful person in general. And if I don't get that response, I get informed of how I'm going to die of malnutrition and where do I get my protien from?
Grrr. All I want is the same respect anyone should get for their eating choices. But nah, that's too much to ask. Apparently.
In any case I didn't realize I was so angry about this until I sat down to write this entry. I guess this is what journals are good for.
This was supposed to be about my awesome Christmas. Which was awesome though exhausting. I had a good time in general which is more then I can say about previous Christmas'.
I'm going to bed now.