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If the title didn't give it away, I'm still a vegetarian. 

If you don't like the taste of tofu, I don't believe you. This shit is like a damn sponge, put it in whatever spices you like and it tastes different. Every time. I made a concoction today that was wonderful. I don't even feel like sharing what I put on it because there are more pressing things I would like to discuss, like SUPER ANNOYING things that people do when you share that you're a vegetarian. 

DISCLAIMER: I've been a vegetarian for almost a month. I know there are people that have been vegetarians for much longer. But I'm sharing what I've noticed thus far.

Annoyance Numero Uno

Scenario: I have just told someone that I'm a vegetarian. They are not a vegetarian and immediately decide that I am judging them and lecture me about how it's our (humans) natural diet so they can eat meat guilt-free.

My feelings: I literally could not care less what you eat. I give zero fucks. I just want to eat in a more sustainable manner, and personally I think eating less/no meat is the way to go. ALSO it's super easy to do so in the city of Chicago, but slightly more challenging the farther you get from a progressive population. On the other hand, if you have meat with every single meal you have, every day of the week you're a disgusting person. But if you enjoy a good burger every so often, and a steak on occasion, or a nice chicken dinner, rock on.

Annoyance Numero... Two.

Scenario: I have just told someone that I'm a vegetarian. They are a vegetarian. They ask how long I have been practicing the same dietary habits. I tell them just under a month. They laugh.

My feelings: BITCH SHUT UP. I understand that it's not a super impressive track record but for the love of vegetable proteins you could at least be supportive of a like-minded individual. This is a big challenge to take on after spending 22 years of life eating anything I felt like so have some respect. At least a little bit. 

Anywho... 

Well, that's enough of that. As far as everything else going on in life, I still love my job. The past two weeks have been pretty trying, but I can confidently say that my coworkers are some of my best friends and I would not have made it this long without them because they are all glorious bunches of sunlight in my life. I also have a new boyfriend.. so that's nice. It's been over a week so for anyone who keeps tabs on that sort of information, that's quite the accomplishment for me because my life is a joke.

Postgrad life is weird. Everyone falls off the face of the Earth for a month or so after graduation. People are getting engaged. People are having babies. Fun fact: my mom reminded me today that when she was 22, she birthed a glorious little specimen (me). And it was socially acceptable. STOP. Now, I don't think it will ever be socially acceptable for me to have a child in the first place, but still. If I had a kid now, it would not be considered a complete crisis by anyone in the world but myself. Well, and I guess the father of the child but now this is going in a really weird direction I didn't anticipate so I'm just going to end this now. Shit balls.

I am struggling with cohesive thoughts and transitions so this post sucks ass. Sorry... Sorry I'M NOT SORRY. Ok. I'm done. Loveyoubyeeeeee. XOXO