Random rant

A guy I once knew for 2 hours (that sounds skanky, but really he was just at a dinner-birthday party that I was also attending WITH M) told me that after 7 years of living something "extreme," your body starts to reject the extremity of it and turn it against you. He was trying to warn me to stop in the middle of my tracks, else I get more and more wrinkles, faster and faster, all because of my own choosing. He was referring to my vegetarianism being this "extreme" dangerous cause.

I do not call myself a good vegetarian, by any means. Not because I eat meat now and then (because I don't,) but because I'm an AWFUL cook, and diving into a giant pumpkin squash to smoosh its way somehow, magically, into a soup or a faboo vegetarian dish does NOT appeal to me. I really don't understand what a leak is. I used to think that "chalets" were small onions chopped up. I have no idea how to make my own hummus.

But I've been vegetarian for well over 7 years now, and I'm not turning back. If it's a vegetable, I usually can steam it or eat it raw and I'm content. I have tried to make things, and if I have all the ingredients and am feeling ambitious and have very detailed instructions (and lots of time on my hands), then I can make something miraculous and delicious and vegetarian, sure. But it's not without stress, and probably 3 batches prior having been burnt. Round 3 can taste ok.

I do not see myself as having any sort of negative bodily affects because of my vegetarianism. M tells me I need more protein, more food in general, but M is just being the meat-eater that M is, and wishes I could sit down some day and enjoy a hamburger (not a veggie burger) with him, happily. Where the idea of the date part of that sounds lovely, I'll just wish it was a salad and not a burger.

I am saying this because I started thinking about what that random dinner party guy had said to me. I don't know if his theory is right, if my body will say, "no! stop with the lack of meat!" sooner or later. I don't know if I'll have extra wrinkles and weaker bones and bad skin. I don't know. But what I do know is that I'm happier without meat, and I feel better, too. And I guess that's all that matters, as long as I'm being as balanced as I can while doing it.

And so there ya go.

End random rant.