Mar 19, 2008 18:45
i'm confused. I am more solitary now that I live in the city again. I hardly see anyone. I don't call. I don't write. time seems to fly at school, yet at home it goes slowly. there's time to read. I have finished two books and am approaching the end of the third. my clothes are all put away. I always do my dishes. is this adulthood? have I become an "adult?" strange how much I am in my own head these days, how little talking I do. I can't relate to the girls in my class. okay, a few, I understand. but they all play silly games. saying things like: "do you think we should put the oil in right before we heat the pan?" or "don't you think these should be crispier?" when they want to say "these should be crispier" or "put the oil in the pan after it's heated up." why the "crispier" question mark? this passive agressive behaviour really bums me out. if we're all functioning as adults here, why can't we just say what's on our minds? why can't things be said as statements, not open-ended questions!
I know how to make seitan. and grain croquettes, & poached pears & coconut milk and lime custard with maple sugar flakes. delicious. ate sea vegetables all day, am boycotting low-fat foods, corn, isolated soy protien, soybeans in general, and "big organic." I sometimes miss the days when shopping meant getting all of the items on the list; not laborious label reading. why does gerber put corn starch and corn syrup in a lamb dinner, in a jar? why do they claim to be "veggie" burgers, when there are no vegetables in them? these are the questions filling my mind lately. why would someone eat something called "goober?" disgusting. when did "fruit" jelly become nothing more than sugar, water, gelatin, red dye, blue dye, high fructose corn syrup, dextrose, grape juice from concentrate? where is the fruit? I'm enraged, incensed, sad. food's not food anymore when you can't just pick up a bottle of orange juice or a carton of milk and feel good about it; when everything comes with a question mark.