Enjoy this little look into my mind...
I have very strange guilt. Eating animals makes me feel really guilty. Carrying a leather bag or wearing leather shoes? O.K.! Wearing a leather jacket? I'd never do it.
Yes, I do actually feel guilt when consuming something that was once alive. But only if in a large enough hunk. Last night I was able to eat TJ's chicken shu mai (which are delish btw) without guilt, but you can't see the chicken. It's like a pulverized "meat" with some veggie flecks. The one place I don't feel bad eating the meat is at Region. Some how local animals means happy animals to me or at least animals I don't have to feel bad for.
I think the key to the whole thing is that, after the real possibility of global warfare, my heart is most likely to be the thing that kills me. There's a pretty clear connection between heart disease and the consumption of animal products. No, that's not vegan propaganda... it's the AHA. I think that that, more than the animals, is the reason for my guilt. It's also the reason why I have no problems falling off the wagon.
So, in conclusion... me = crackhead.
Yes, I do actually feel guilt when consuming something that was once alive. But only if in a large enough hunk. Last night I was able to eat TJ's chicken shu mai (which are delish btw) without guilt, but you can't see the chicken. It's like a pulverized "meat" with some veggie flecks. The one place I don't feel bad eating the meat is at Region. Some how local animals means happy animals to me or at least animals I don't have to feel bad for.
I think the key to the whole thing is that, after the real possibility of global warfare, my heart is most likely to be the thing that kills me. There's a pretty clear connection between heart disease and the consumption of animal products. No, that's not vegan propaganda... it's the AHA. I think that that, more than the animals, is the reason for my guilt. It's also the reason why I have no problems falling off the wagon.
So, in conclusion... me = crackhead.