If I have to listen to my mom yell at me one more time I'm going to flip. Sorry that after hearing you nag at me to get a job, I got a job. Sorry it's full time and requires me to use your car everyday, which you said I could use anyway. Sorry that when I get bored I bake food and use your groceries, I guess I could be like my brother and just smoke pot when I have nothing to do. Sorry I have a life and friends, and sometimes I like to go on road trips to St. Catharines and Buffalo and come home at 5 in the morning. Oh, and sorry that my lifestyle choices don't revolve around what's easy for you to make me. This is the first time my mom and I have argued over the fact I don't eat meat. Most days when I ask her what's for dinner she replies with 'well I'm making me and your brother normal food, I don't know what you're having' and I just make my own food. No big deal. But when I told her she only makes me dinner maximum twice a week she flipped. The conversation ended with me saying 'Actually people don't eat already dead animals, animals are breed to be slaughtered.' She had nothing to say. But if you think you're eating animals that died on their own, and not from being abused and slaughtered, you're being ignorant. But if it makes you feel better about yourself and your choices.