Caity's Bleeding Heart

Dear My Devoted Literary Slaves (Not),

First off, I write this article, not to make anyone angry, but to simply state the unjustice that has been done to me. If this article offends you in any way, I would love for you to tell me, but please, refrain from using any harsh language. Thank you.

(My Lawyer said that I had to put that last thing. Sorry.)

Now, to start. As many of you know, from the fact that I'm always complaining about the poor selections of school lunches to fit my dietary needs, I am a vegetarian. Not a severly strict one, mind you, as I will occationally eat chicken or fish, but I am one all the same.

You see, in my family, if you do anything that puts in my grandparents' minds of hippies, you are following four annoying stages;

1) You are shunned.

2) Next, you are yelled at.

3) You are then starved.

4) finally, you are slowly accepted back into the family circle.

The shunning wasn't so bad. I'm used to being ignored at most family functions, as long as precious Lor Lor was in the room. With all her blond glory hogging the lime-light, I was used to sitting in the shadows, and I was glad to have some reason to be able to read over Christmas dinner (That's how I finished reading the Count of Monte Cristo for the thirtieth time).

The yelling was worse, but at least it was short-lived. My dear grandmother got laryngitis before she got very far in the act of permanently perforating my eardrums. Thank grapefruit I'm good at arguing. Even my throat hurt a bit after that, but it's something to do with the fact that she's some fifty years older than me.

The starving was the worst. The refused to cook anyting that was not at least 30% beef or pork content, making it hard to eat over there. I tried bringing viggi burgers over with me, but they wouldn't cook them, saying things like, "Dinner's already cooked," or, "Who's telling you that you have to eat like this? Just have a little bit of meat!". When I refuse, they go back to stage two, and give me a stick of asparigus to chew on.

I honestly wish that I could tell you about stage four, but I have yet to experiance it. I have not yet been forgiven for going over to the "dark side", as my gradma refers to it (She has never seen Star Wars. The only reason she uses this is because she's heard me joking about it and thinks that I'm being serious). I'm still waiting for that glorious moment of understanding where they will finally realize that I'm not trying to ruin their lives, and tat this is my personal choice, that their's no one telling me to do this...Well, if either of you are reading this (Which I'm sure you're not, as neither of you are very skilled in the area of computer sciences...or even in pressing the on button on your computer), I hope that you can finally realize this and "forgive me, although I have yet to figure out what I have done wrong.

For those of you who didn't find this post quite as amusing as others I've done, I'm sorry, But I was attempting to hit a more serious chord with this, as this is a real problem. Thanks for listening, and I hope that you agree with me.

Yours through Love and Lies,

Caity (Lynn)