It's Friday

So don't eat meat!

How many times have I heard that in the last few weeks? It's funny how I remember as a child my mother remembering that it was Friday during a steak dinner and freaking out. Throwing the food down, clearing our dishes and miraculously finding a meat-free alternative.

As a child born and raised catholic, I followed the traditions that I was forced too, but I never understood why.

Now as a Christian and an adult, I preach to those who feel it necessary to remind me that it's Friday and I can't eat meat, here are a few:

"That's a Catholic tradition. I don't abide to that."

"That's one of them there traditions that is a nice tradition, but not a requirement."

"Where does it say that?"

"Not necessary!"

The funny thing that dawned on me is that those who are reminding me to not eat meat, know that I'm a church goer and pray and exist oh so spiritual, yet they seem to think that because I know God, I'm automatically supposed to be adhereing to those traditions.

This area is a very confused area because of the high Catholic presence, and I used to be one of them.