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So recently I've been thinking about the whole idea of becoming a vegetarian and eventually a vegan, but it brings about a major issue. In a week it will have been two years since a cow has entered my body, and that's a pretty cool feeling. I won't deny that I crave a cheeseburger, but whatever. There are decent enough substitutes. Anyway, the conundrum.
I feel like the only reason I'd become a vegetarian is because I don't think it's cool to eat animals. I mean, they were here first, and I don't place myself above them. And there are plenty of alternatives to getting my protein, so it's all very possible. My problem is that I feel like this doesn't really help anything.
As I was walking in Reading Terminal Market the other day, looking at all the dead meat carcasses being sold by the half pound, I honestly thought I might puke. "This is gross. Do not put this in me. This animal is not for me to eat." Eventually as I continue walking I come across more and more butchers. And I keep looking at all this meat, and my only reaction is "This animal is already dead."
Pounds of meat get thrown away every day for spoiling or becoming questionable. In that case, that animal died in vain. He/She was tampered with, fed hormones, slaughtered, butchered, and dumped in the trash. A complete waste.
My question is, wouldn't I be helping the cause moreso by actually eating meat than not? Society is never going to stop eating meat. That is a given. I mean, sure I can protest the idea, because I do think it's wrong, but I'm not saving anything by not eating a chicken and knowing that in a few days it will be in the garbage instead of my tummy. I'm not about that. In fact, couldn't you argue that I'm bringing a bit of meaning and "purpose" to the death by allowing it to be a satisfying dinner? That sounds really gross, and I'm kind of grossed out that I typed it, but bear with me. At least now there's a reason, right?
This is my other question. If I'm all about the preservation of a life, and not believing that I'm above an animal, and being an animist 75% of the time, how can I eat anything? I mean... an apple was alive. So were spinach leaves, and grains. So, how does that all even work? I'm confused and I have nothing left to eat.
Any comments towards my predicament are appreciated.
P.S. Despite the fact that I loathe Ashlee Simpson with the power of a thousand loathings, her new song is so effin' catchy and grand that I want to play it all day.
I feel like the only reason I'd become a vegetarian is because I don't think it's cool to eat animals. I mean, they were here first, and I don't place myself above them. And there are plenty of alternatives to getting my protein, so it's all very possible. My problem is that I feel like this doesn't really help anything.
As I was walking in Reading Terminal Market the other day, looking at all the dead meat carcasses being sold by the half pound, I honestly thought I might puke. "This is gross. Do not put this in me. This animal is not for me to eat." Eventually as I continue walking I come across more and more butchers. And I keep looking at all this meat, and my only reaction is "This animal is already dead."
Pounds of meat get thrown away every day for spoiling or becoming questionable. In that case, that animal died in vain. He/She was tampered with, fed hormones, slaughtered, butchered, and dumped in the trash. A complete waste.
My question is, wouldn't I be helping the cause moreso by actually eating meat than not? Society is never going to stop eating meat. That is a given. I mean, sure I can protest the idea, because I do think it's wrong, but I'm not saving anything by not eating a chicken and knowing that in a few days it will be in the garbage instead of my tummy. I'm not about that. In fact, couldn't you argue that I'm bringing a bit of meaning and "purpose" to the death by allowing it to be a satisfying dinner? That sounds really gross, and I'm kind of grossed out that I typed it, but bear with me. At least now there's a reason, right?
This is my other question. If I'm all about the preservation of a life, and not believing that I'm above an animal, and being an animist 75% of the time, how can I eat anything? I mean... an apple was alive. So were spinach leaves, and grains. So, how does that all even work? I'm confused and I have nothing left to eat.
Any comments towards my predicament are appreciated.
P.S. Despite the fact that I loathe Ashlee Simpson with the power of a thousand loathings, her new song is so effin' catchy and grand that I want to play it all day.