Meat
Towards the end of my 8th grade year I suddenly decided that I was going to be vegetarian. I was eating some ribs and this thought of chewing the meat off the bone starting to freak me out. I always loved ribs growing up and it was the first time I couldn’t finish a whole “rack”. The next night my mom made cheeseburgers (a good ol’ American red meat juicy burger) and again suddenly I thought “I’m chewing up some dead cow in my mouth”. That moment I knew, I was going to be vegetarian. The middle of my 10th grade year, I went to my “guy friend“‘s house. His mom made hot dogs. I really liked this guy and I didn’t want to make his mom upset. So I ate a hot dog. Looking back on it I shouldn’t have consumed that hot dog because the “guy friend” turned out to be the very guy I’ve been dating for almost 5 years and I should have known his mom wouldn’t have been offended if I passed on the hot dog. Anyways, to make a long story short, for the last 5 years I’ve been going through periods of time where I eat meat, then don’t, then do, then don’t. Sometimes I just will eat fish. Sometimes it’s all meat. Sometimes it’s chicken and fish, like it’s been for the last couple of months. Tonight, Aaron and I went to dinner at BJ’s and I got the Balsamic Glazed Chicken and I couldn’t eat the chicken because it didn’t seem cooked. I made Aaron eat it, naturally, to make sure it was. He looked at me like I crazy. But I had a hard time eating it. I think it was because of my old habits about eating meat. Maybe it’s time to go back to my vegetarian ways. I know eating meat for me is a mental thing. If I don’t think about it, it doesn’t bother me. I’m not saying that everyone shouldn’t eat meat. By all means, eat whatever is it you like (legally!). I just hate thinking about eating dead animals and grinding up their dead flesh in my mouth. Maybe I am just crazy. I can’t decide yet.
