Earlier tonight, a huge fight ensued over my eating habits. Not lack thereof mind you, but rather how I've abstained from meat and fish for an indefinite amount of time. The initial time frame was one month ("Isn't your one month over yet?!") but I've let it drag on because believe it or not, I liked being vegetarian ... aside from sushi cravings and that one little time I had huge servings of chicken rice because it was Coco's mom who made it. 

But the aforementioned fight didn't even involve me. At least, not in the vocal sense. No, I was staring pensively at my dinner while my family shouted at each other in the background. 

Funny how I try to be a good daughter and yet end up making my family do nothing but worry about it, whether it be eating choices, or career paths. Fortunately, they never found out about my past pseudo-promiscuity and therefore have had no reason to worry about that. And I use the p word very lightly.