I Don't Know That I've Ever Been So Frustrated By A So-Called Friend.

So I was out to dinner tonight with most of my roommates and a few of our friends when I overheard this conversation between two of my roommates.

Roomie 1: I love bacon.

Roomie 2: Me too. I could be a vegetarian if it wasn't for bacon.

Roomie 1: Same! It's just so good. 

Roomie 2: I don't get vegetarianism--like, nothing is as good as meat.

Roomie 1: It's just not as satisfying. And vegetarian food is, like, gross.

Roomie 2: I couldn't give up meat. No way.

At this point they finally both shut up long enough for me to get a word in edgewise, and I do lose my temper a little bit. "Well, you know, I care about the planet and animals and stuff, so it's really not that hard," I interject. The table goes quiet.

Roomie 1: [entirely seriously] Yeah, well, I don't.

She laughs to break the tension, and then abruptly changes the subject. 

Correct me if I'm wrong, but was it not incredibly rude of them to sit there bad-mouthing a belief system by which I set a great deal of store while I munched quietly on grilled peppers in the corner? 

And I may have overreacted. I don't expect them to convert to vegetarianism, or even to enjoy the food that I enjoy. I understand that that is an unreasonable standard. But I do expect them, as my roommates and my friends, to proffer some kind of basic respect towards me and to behave with some semblance of maturity and decency. l've met their parents, I know that they weren't raised by wolves; why do they insist on acting as if they were?

I don't know. Overall, it was an incredibly disappointing dinner. This is just the most concrete annoyance for me to latch onto.

I'm a little worried, honestly. I do not think I want to live with these girls anymore.