a trip to denny's at 1:45 am should not require a discussion of my vegetarianism. it's about soaking up booze.
at 1:45 am there are 10 people in the restaurant, tops. with such numbers, it's one time of the day when it shouldn't be hard to process a single order that delineates clearly "without meat."
on top of that, the people i'm eating with (by surprise... somehow i didn't think the "future bag lady" would be joining us) feel they need to tell me that they're okay with "that kind of vegetarian". that is, my reasons for being a vegetarian are okay, but all those OTHER vegetarians aren't. first of all, i don't need your approval about what i eat or don't eat. in fact i'd rather not have you here when i'm eating it. second, i don't appreciate that you're including a whole group of people, many of which are good friends of mine, in the group that you're "not okay" with. that's like saying "oh, well she's one of the good [insert racial group]."
jeez. i hate having ideological conversations with complete idiots.
i hate that vegetarianism is so foreign to some people that when someone orders food without meat they feel it warrants an ideological discussion. i'm just trying to soak up the booze, people.
this is kind of like when i told my mom that i was dating a girl for the first time. she was great about it i guess... it could have turned out a lot worse, all things considered. but i just didn't want it to be a big deal. it was a natural thing for me, and i felt like talking about who or how i have sex with someone really wasn't an issue that my parents needed to be involved in. my mom suddenly got all gay-crazy and picked up PFLAG pamphlets and asked for advice from gay co-workers... it wasn't like i needed counseling. i was just seeing someone who happened to be a girl this time.
same as the last time, only with different junk between her legs.
anyway, i'm just going to end this journal entry with
at 1:45 am there are 10 people in the restaurant, tops. with such numbers, it's one time of the day when it shouldn't be hard to process a single order that delineates clearly "without meat."
on top of that, the people i'm eating with (by surprise... somehow i didn't think the "future bag lady" would be joining us) feel they need to tell me that they're okay with "that kind of vegetarian". that is, my reasons for being a vegetarian are okay, but all those OTHER vegetarians aren't. first of all, i don't need your approval about what i eat or don't eat. in fact i'd rather not have you here when i'm eating it. second, i don't appreciate that you're including a whole group of people, many of which are good friends of mine, in the group that you're "not okay" with. that's like saying "oh, well she's one of the good [insert racial group]."
jeez. i hate having ideological conversations with complete idiots.
i hate that vegetarianism is so foreign to some people that when someone orders food without meat they feel it warrants an ideological discussion. i'm just trying to soak up the booze, people.
this is kind of like when i told my mom that i was dating a girl for the first time. she was great about it i guess... it could have turned out a lot worse, all things considered. but i just didn't want it to be a big deal. it was a natural thing for me, and i felt like talking about who or how i have sex with someone really wasn't an issue that my parents needed to be involved in. my mom suddenly got all gay-crazy and picked up PFLAG pamphlets and asked for advice from gay co-workers... it wasn't like i needed counseling. i was just seeing someone who happened to be a girl this time.
same as the last time, only with different junk between her legs.
anyway, i'm just going to end this journal entry with
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Sorry I missed it, you and I could have come up with a solution together... such as throwing chunks of penis shaped sausages at the meat eaters! heehee
Hopefully, I'll see you after work on Friday!
Sorry I missed it, you and I could have come up with a solution together... such as throwing chunks of penis shaped sausages at the meat eaters! heehee
Hopefully, I'll see you after work on Friday!