MeatDepartment

Ever since i was little, i have never been able to walk into the Meat Department in a grocery store without wanting to puke.
It's not like I'm against meat all together. I have an intense love for these bbq chicken wings from safeway. (TRY THEM!)
But other than that, i don't really eat meat.
I tried once when i was in middle school, to become a vegetarian, it did not work out. I had never realized becoming a vegetarian was so hard. I had a salad a day but i was starving! I thought it was just about not eating meat. Which is fine with me. But then there is a whole variety of foods that you cant eat when your a vegetarian. That was harder. I lasted about a week.
Maybe i will i try that again, because i do actually want to do it. Plus it will help me eat better foods, because i have a serious problem with that.
So the meat department is just disgusting to me. It's just that there is blood everywhere. Not everywhere, but everywhere you look you can see the blood peeking out behind the raw meat packages. And everytime that i would go in there, there would always be some little kid poking at the packages and watching the blood rise up. ew.
This one time a kid actually poked open the package and got blood all over his hands and the floor. I almost puked. I dont actually have a problem with blood, its just that it was that raw meat blood.
And the smell makes me nauseous. It smells like blood and death. It doesn't necessarily gross me out. More than anything, it's just a feeling i get in my stomach when im standing around while my mom picks out a 'good' chicken.
It's also always very cold. I mean i know that they have to keep the meat from going bad, but it gives me this creepy feeling.
And the fish is another thing that is absolutely disgusting, i hate fish. The smell, the taste, everything. And they have fish just sitting in that container with their heads chopped off.
The fish eyes are open and it's just..nasty.
Anyways, there is this guy at my moms work. He works in the meat department at a local safeway, and chops dead animals for a living.
And everyday when his shift ends, he clocks out, hangs up his bloody work apron, and heads across the street to Burger King to buy a Big Mac.
EVERYDAY.
You would think, after an eight-hour shift of chopping meat, you would want to eat something other than a burger.
It's crazy how i have to go look at those mindless seventeen magazines to keep me occupied, while my mom shops for a good steak, because i can't stand to be in the meat department for more than two seconds.
Yet, this man can spend a whole day looking at raw meat, smelling it, most-likely seeing it's insides, And then cleaning the animals blood off his hands afterwards.
And still crave whole burger afterward.
Once again, disgusting.
These Things Amaze Me.