Sunday, 22 June 2008

• Flip-flops.

  My parents (and mostly my brother) like to say I flip-flop my opinions of food. All the time.

  This makes me so angry.  I don't.

  Just now.  My dad was listing the foods he ate for lunch today.  My brother quipped, "Shannon would eat half of that!  She hates that."  And my mom says, "Ha-ha-ha.  Yeah.  But the things you listed, she would eat more than usual.  She'd eat [food item #1] (something I mildly like), she'd eat [food #2] (something I am neutral about, I would eat this if I was hungry), wait, but she hates [food #3] (something I really like to eat).

  "Wait," I say, "I like [food #3], though."

  "Oh, now you like it," says my mom.  And she rolls her eyes and mutters something about how I change my opinions.

  God-damnit.  Maybe you wouldn't have some a retarded joke about me if you noticed that when I refuse something I generally like to eat, I say that it's because I don't feel like it.  Or because I am already full.  Not that I change my opinions.

  And speaking of that.  My family can't seem to make up their mind about me, either.  They keep telling people I'm very picky, and that I eat very little.  Then, a minute later, they say that I eat so much, and that I eat five meals a day.

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