So I'm sitting at lunch today in the cafeteria, minding my own business. I'm eating some sliced peppers, and no one seems to mind. That is, until a few other people come sit at our table and start interrogating me:
Girl 1: Why are you eating peppers?
Me: Um...what are you talking about?
Girl 1: Why are you eating those?
Me: Um...do you want like a scientific explanation or something?
Girl 2: She means why are you eating just peppers? *meaning without dressing or in a Mcsalad or something...heaven forbid we eat a vegetable (or fruit, technically) that hasn't been smothered in animal products*
Me: I don't know.
Girl 1: It's just weird.
Me: How is that weird?
Girl 2: Just peppers?
Me: Yeah...have you ever eaten carrot sticks?
Girl 2: But those are peppers.
Me: I know that. Have you ever had crudites?
Girls 1 and 2: What??
Girl 3: WHy are they all different colours?
Girl 3: Don't they all taste the same?
Me: The red ones are a little sweeter, but the orange and yellow ones taste the same.
Girl 3: So why do they make them that way? *honest to God, she said "make them that way" as if all food on the planet is manufactured by Nabisco or something*
Me: Um..don't all the different coloured Skittles taste the same?
Girl 3: Yeah, but...that's candy.
That's about when I gave up. They were PEPPERS. Maybe I shouldn't have gotten so defensive...I probably wouldn't have if they weren't looking at me like I was insane. Urrrgh! I can't wait to graduate. I'm so sick of people thinking I'm crazy for every little thing!