Veggie burgers aren't that bad you know

There was this community thing today near my house at this food kitchen and they were having a BBQ. They had veggie and meat burgers. For the meat queue, okay, there were soooo many people crowded round. It was not a civilised queue. The guy would sort of be like, chicken burger here and the first person to claim it got it. There was no veggie burger queue. It was a bored guy behind the grill. I was waiting and thinking, ugh, so many people; ugh community, then I thought, hmmmm, may as well get a veggie burger and it was pretty nice so I am thinking about becoming a vegetarian. I mean, why not? Meat products these days are so pumped full of poisons - not that vegetables are not - but I mean, it is sort of sad. I read that a chicken grows to fast for its legs and that pigs, due to genetic modification grow too fast for their hearts. Their lives are accelerated, they suffer through their shorter lives and at the end are killed. I saw this lady who my mum was friends with. It was a good relationship at first. She used to come over and my mum used to go over and we played with their children and we were friends. She changed my mum a bit, in a good way. Then, she went and accused my sister of stealing her daughter's Nintendo DS and my mum was like, no, she is not a friend. And because they are both Nigerians, it could not be a calm argument. It was cursing each others ancestors and hoping the worst for each others futures and having shouting matches and being so loud and embarrassing. I think it is part of Nigerian culture to be like that. I mean, I only have to look at my family. My dad actually is the calmest person ever until he is angry, but everyone else I know who is Nigerian is loud. Loud either by just talking really loud (especially on the phone) or aggressive loud, like when you get angry cursing your family, shouting things like they hope something bad will happen to you and that God will punish you. Then they found the DS and she was like, my bad, can we be friends again and my mum was like, no. There was also people who used to be friends a long time ago, if that makes sense. Like neighbours who we used to play with before life got in the way. The people who we used to see and say how too. The people, who now, we just acknowledge with a smile or a nod as if we have seen each other a couple times, perhaps. That is sort of sad. That is why I hate this community thing. See, all the Somalians - there are lots in my area - are friends. The children and the adults. The parents sit under the tree talking and laughing and the children play together. However, with other people, its sort of like, okay, I am going to stick with my children and family. See, there isn't really a community, because everyone hardly knows each other and just keeps themselves to themselves and as we get older, I think it becomes harder and harder to go up to someone and say, hello, I am blah. When you are young, it does not matter what you are, as long as you are friendly, you can make friends, but then you go to like year 4, 5, 6, it is sort of like, well you are this and that and in college people keep themselves to themselves mostly and do not want to talk and get to know people. That is how community feels, like college. Like there is no point bothering to know people. They had a bouncy castle. I hate bouncy castles. It reminds me of funfairs. they seem so fun, but then it is sort of like, well, no, it's just jumping and I can jump in grass or something. I fear that I am growing old. I read in a book that people get more used to happy things than sad things. The first time something makes you happy, it is a sort of, let's take a picture and capture this moment happy, but when it has been done like the 7th a billionth time, it is sort of like, oh this again. Isn't that sad? As we grow, we ask less questions and accept more. A child comes into the world curious and willing to know, but it gets sucked out eventually and you have curiosity for little things. :( However, who accepts loss? Each time a person loses something/ someone, there is fresh distraught. I