Veggie Tales

So, I spent three days in South Carolina to see my baby cousin, Elizabeth, graduate from Marine Boot camp. I've decided that SC doesn't count as a new state because I am almost 100% positive I spent a night there on the way to Florida with my best friend, Amie, and her parents after 8th grade. As a matter of fact, I saw my first cross dresser in a gas station parking lot in SC-s/he was fabulous.

South Carolina was fun, though, even if it was rainy and kind of cold. It was just very cool to see my cousin accomplish something so amazing. She did something that most people could never do-at least certainly not complete. She says you're so scared that you just do whatever they tell you-but I can't believe it's only fear. I think at the root of it is determination and a level of courage the majority of the world's population doesn't even know exists.

The real purpose of this post is my attempt at vegetarianism. It's been almost a week and a half. In all honesty, I don't eat a lot of meat anyway-but it's still a challenge for me. I'm not use to having to think about what I'm eating. There are things I don't eat, but I don't eat them because I don't like them. How easy is it to walk into subway and order a turkey sandwich? Well, very easy since I happen to love turkey. But see, imagine having a restricted lifestyle? A lifestyle that most people question, don't understand, and will not accommodate for. A lifestyle that keeps you on your toes because at any moment someone could thwart your attempts at purity, whether purposefully or ignorantly. I mean, who would think there was meat in broccoli cheese soup (chicken broth)? The waiter assumes since there are no chunks of meat, it hasn't been made with meat and doesn't bother to ask-next thing you know, your insides are out. Not fun. I am nowhere near to that place of veggieland and, of course, I am being just a tad dramatic anyway-but draw your own parallels to some more intense aspects of human life... My mom has been dodging cows for years, fyi. Those big brown baby eyes just melt her heart.

Now, I'm not doing this because I feel bad for the animals, because I don't-if I don't eat that yummy chicken breast, someone else will. So, where's the win? I'm only doing this because I have a really hard time committing to things, projects, people... This is just a small challenge for myself. A challenge in commitment. A challenge to follow through with something. In all honesty, I just need a small victory to boost my moral.