Beware the Meat!

Miss Anne Marie so graciously invited me, and so many other great writers, to guest post on her site this month, and for this I am so honored.

I don’t do much writing anymore, as many of the drugs I am on and my pain keeps me from writing as well as I would like. After writing for a short time, I find I start making more and more spelling mistakes, and language errors. It takes so much time to go back and make corrections, the whole thought process is lost.

Below is a short story which came to me last night, and for once, stayed around long enough for me to get it all down. There is no political message intended, just a story. I won’t tell you how long it took me to write this intro, as it would seriously make you laugh. Enjoy, and thanks to my friend Anne Marie.

People are looking for me now, and this is all my parent’s doing. I didn’t change like the other kids, or rather, I changed and they didn’t. Yeah, that is what happened, I changed and they didn’t. Now I think back on it, all those school lunches, times we ditched school to eat at In-n-Out, and especially the family holiday meals were actually a blessing.

It is becoming harder to fit in, to fake it. Looking like a drone just isn’t as easy as it sounded at first. So far, I have only found one other like myself; although we agree there have to be more. It was pure accident I found Keith; we literally bumped into each other. Dumbing down out behavior was getting harder each day, till one day at the voting polls we just walked into each other. We were looking at our sample ballots we received in the mail. Although we are both freshman in the local college, we are 18 since we started school earlier than most of our peers. I think we were the youngest voters in the room, and I know we were the only ones with our sample ballots. I hadn’t really realized what was going on at this time, but somehow I knew meeting Keith was important.

Now I get it, well as far as my mind can wrap around what happened. It appears since Keith and I were raised vegetarian, we were missing all the chemicals and growth hormones being pumped into all the food. When I think back to all the times I gave my mom a hard time about not eating meat, I seriously wonder if she and Dad knew something more than what they revealed. Keith and I have researched why everyone else seemed, well…so stupid, and why they seemed to be getting dumber each day. We did this research prior to meeting each other; now we wouldn’t dare fire up a computer and start researching any of this. They would hone in on our URL so damn fast for just looking at a ‘conspiracy theory’ site, much less a government site.
From what Keith and I have pieced together, this is what was happening, and I guess, is continuing to happen now.
For the past 20 years, as far as we can refer to with our combined research, steroids, growth hormones, and other chemicals have been added to most farm animals. This goes from chickens all the way to the Angus steer. Any product, be it a simple egg to a steak, contains some mix of these additives. All these additives have been, for loss of a better term, monkeying around with the brain’s growth. People are not getting any smarter, are not able to retain information much past the basic teachings of 6th grade. After the 6th grade, all of what is taught is purely repetition of the first 6 years of schooling. There is no additional information, more specific teaching, and definitely no honors classes. So, for the majority of the population who has no alternative but to attend public schools, they are never encouraged nor allowed to learn anything more than what was taught in the 6th grade.
Now, from what Keith uncovered in some of his research, it is assumed children, who were able to attend Charter Schools or Private Schools (this does not include Religious private schools) fare better as to opportunities in education. In fact, all of the students we go to college with are from private schools; we are the only two from public school. We have kept this a secret, and have even changed all our records to reflect us attending better schools. Keith changed his records in his junior year, whereas I didn’t figure this out until after my senior year. We both traveled across country to attend college, so we wouldn’t run across people we knew from high school.

Daily life isn’t really very hard for us, as we spend most of the time at the college. We fit in well with the other students in class, and just hanging out on the campus. Our parents had been wise and were able to save money for our college tuitions, and some for living money. We both work though, on weeknights and weekends, to supplement our income for other needed things. There is no financial aid in the way of grants or loans like my parents have referred. There are other students who work, so this isn’t hard to get around, and we don’t have to go to extremes to cover up our working. What we do have to deal with though is dealing with others when we are at work. We basically have to act like we are school kids, as far as behavior and intellect. It can be dangerous, literally, if we appear to know more than the boss, or a customer. So, all of us who have to work and can go to college have to be picky in where we work. Most students have their parent’s connections to offer them employment. Keith and I don’t, so he works as a mechanic in a foreign sports car dealership, and I work as a cook at a premier restaurant. Keith has an awesome mechanical mind; he could probably take down one of those fancy cars and rebuild the whole thing without any diagrams. I can cook just about anything put in front of me, and I often get requests to come up with a new way of preparing a dish. I do okay if I have to meet a diner, or when working with the chef alone, but I have to really watch myself around the rest of the staff. Keith has said he does great when talking with customers, but he has to really hold his tongue with the boss and other crew members.
Going grocery shopping is an adventure sometimes. Most of the other students have groceries delivered. We cannot afford this service. We have to go do our own shopping. Other students do some of their own shopping as well, but they go only to the best stores. Keith and I have been shopping at cheaper stores on the other side of town, never noticing each other. Luckily the days of plastic grocery bags have long since been lost, so all our groceries were in our own personal bags. I have never bought store brands for fear someone would find the product in my house, then they would know I shopped for my own groceries.

Keith and I have had to watch what we do, what we say, and even our facial expressions all the time. We make a great pair though: Keith is a devil in the details with logic things, like the hacking to change our high schools, and other records. I seem to be more about how to function without being caught in daily activities. Keith told me before he moved from Oregon to Virginia, where we go to school; he got into a fight at the garage he was working at. I guess he felt the shop manager put him down, blamed him for something gone wrong on a car, and Keith knew he wasn’t the one who did anything wrong. Now he will tell me what is going on at work, even call me or text me, so I can help him handle it better. He thinks he has this anger problem because his real dad had the family eating a lot of beef. Once his mom and dad divorced, she put the family on a vegetarian diet, and she married a vegetarian, so he didn’t have meat after the divorce. I tend to be pretty calm most of the time, but I was on a vegetarian, almost vegan, diet from day one. He is probably correct about this assumption. He is not half as bad as most of the people though. When we go grocery shopping, I really have to watch him, as there are so many really mean, rude, and downright stupid people at the store.

Keith and I have been wondering and discussing between us recently the GMOs put on vegetables and fruits. I wonder what effect they may be having on us. We still don’t eat meat: for me, I just don’t like the smell; for Keith it is more he can’t afford it. Meat and dairy is available to the college students, and to the wealthy, but it is expensive since it is ‘free range’ meat, and non-additive dairy.

Hopefully since Keith and I found each other, we can now be on the look out together for others like us. We are talking about taking the summer off from school and going up to Connecticut, Maine, Rhode Island, as we have heard stories of others like us there. They are old stories, from the Internet, when we used to research on why we were different from the other high school kids. We will see.

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About me for Word Press: I am 50. Yeah! Ok, I have cried, whined, and even talked with a guy who told me he was Father Time. I am thinking he was not and he was just an old man trying to hit on me. Anywho, fifty is here, no escaping now. Yes, I am slightly obsessed with this change in my life. I don’t feel 50, although I am not sure what 50’ers feel like. I just remember thinking, and this doesn’t seem like too long ago, ‘OMG! You are 50. That is so old. I am never going to be 50. Kill me before I get that old.’ Well, nobody has killed me yet, maybe that is at the surprise b-day party. I feel 35, and I know what that felt like. I was independent, had my cool ass truck, and my life was great. I had a great career at the time, and was dating a lot. So, I think I will just turn 35 again at this b-day. PEOPLE TAKE NOTE: This year will be my 35th b-day. Okay, about the rest of me. I have a “crew of three”: a Bichon Frise (M) who is not show worthy by a long shot simply because ‘his mamma’ cuts his hair’; I have a Maine Coon (not a hat!) (F) who is the oldest of us all, including older than me; and then the littlest one, my all black Ragamuffin cat (F) who is almost as old (6 months younger) as the Maine Coon. Now the one who causes the most problems: hmmm…depends on the day, or night as it were. Wizard, the loveable ball of energy (which I am sure he steals from me at night), is the Bichon (so you don’t have to look it up, he is a dog. No seriously, he is a canine.), well, he can be quite a handful. So much so, g-ma doesn’t want to have anything to do with him most of the time. He is a dog, thus he is work. Cats are lazy, and thus people who don’t like to work with their animals have cats. (Oh, jeez! Sit down all you cat people. Get over yourselves. I have two cats as well, so I am equal opportunity pet owner.) I am sure I will be sharing many antics about him in future writings. The cats are pretty…well, lame. They lay around all day, are too quick for breakfast and supper (we have scheduled times here), and they basically do nothing. They are at the age now where they are not even really entertaining anymore. The black one looks so much like one of my black pillows, I have to make sure there are not claws attached to what I lay my head on. The Maine Coon, though, she is the one who understands me the best. She is like me, whereas the other two sort

18 thoughts on “Beware the Meat!”

  1. Good story, scary actually. I too have difficulty typing but I have a program that types for me. I speak, it types. Its called Dragon Naturally Speaking. It might help you.

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    1. I really wanted to get the Dragon program, but just could never get the funds together. I have heard of others who have it and work with it all the time. It is on my ‘want list’. Thanks for your comment.

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  2. Good to hear your thoughts. Meat is disgusting and I don’t like eating it. I live in france, where the food in my areas is very very poor with little choice. The French are huge meat eaters. Thus meat is on the menu here but not out of choice. In the summer it is easier as there are more fresh veggies and fruits but winter is hell. Still, it is not just meat that is full of chemicals, it is about everything. The planet is toxic. The oceans are toxic due to a plastic soup. We humans have just about destroyed everything. I am sorry you have chronic pain, I have tinnitus, I know how it feels.. Thanks for your post and bless you. Eve

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    1. Thank you for your comment. I try to stay away from all meat, but when I was a Vegan, I had a mishap from doing this. I was totally off all meat and animal products, so when I went out to dinner I asked for a minestrone soup. Usually this is made with vegetable broth and vegetables. I was told by the server it was vegetable base, but when I ate it, I got immediately sick. My husband got really pissed at the server, and while we waited for ambulance, he found out from the owner the broth was meat based. I was so sick. I later found out most vegans either take their own food everywhere, or eat a bit of meat or broth every once in a while to keep the necessary enzymes in their system. So, now I am limited on my food budget and have to shop at a crappy store, but I try to keep ‘good’ food in my diet, eating only chicken or fish maybe once or twice a week. I am lactose intolerant already, so I have not been a big dairy eater ever. I would like ice cream though!
      Thanks for your reply.

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  3. You touch my world, Rene, in our communication. It’s a privilege to know you.
    And Dragon Naturally sounds like an excellent idea. I don’t like to think of you in pain while writing when there is another option. Then you can be posting stories such as this with greater ease. I enjoyed this very much. Thank you for guesting. You’re a star.x

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    1. I had a friend in college, a fellow Ph.Der, who was doing all their work this way. They were having a program, not sure if it was Dragon, reading the articles, and it would actually stop, highlight, and even make notes based on her verbal direction. Then she used Dragon for writing exclusively. I looked into the cost of the Dragon program, and I think it was like $200+.
      I am glad I was able to take advantage of your invitation. Now where is the wine?

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  4. Well, whenever I’m in a pub I ask for a Grouse in a tall glass and a can of Pepsi Max. (Draught sucks).
    Then I look at the spit in the bottom of the glass and realise that metric weights and measures don’t compare to good old imperial or home measures. Then I tell hubby to get me a double next round because one can of Pepsi Max in a dribble just does not taste or count.
    Then I think, I might have a Guinness for the next round (acquired a taste in Ireland during the summer. Cream. Mmmm! Though not quite so excellent here. Got to factor in pipes and chill factor. Long story.)
    Tonight I ordered Grouse and Pepsi Max. Fortunately, I was pouring so one can in a tall glass with my measures tastes of…Grouse …just right. 🙂
    You better get with the programme, Rene, if you’re coming to live here.
    Repeat after me, ‘I’ll have what she’s having.’ Then I’ll pour. 😉
    But only after I’ve written two thousand words, been to Yoga class and penned a poem or two. Rules you know. There to be followed. Or broken. Guess my preference. 🙂

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    1. Hmm…okay, but I don’t do soda, not even for you! LOL So, I guess if is just say a whiskey, they will know I am a silly American and give something brown which will hit my throat and burn, and my stomach like a bomb (get your mind out of the gutter! Jeez!). I don’t need no stinkin’ rules! and neither do you…Luv Ya


    1. Never apologize for who you are. You like a steak, I have just never been a big beef eater. My sister loves steak, and my mum loves her pot roast. Beef has just never settled well for me. I also don’t do good at all with pork, and chicken in chunks, like right off the bone, doesn’t work for me. I can eat shredded chicken, and the chicken nuggets. I don’t particularly like the taste of fresh water fish, but love most ocean fish and shell fish. No apologies necessary. Glad you liked it. Thanks for your thoughts.

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