I'm sorry, I had to
When I quit eating meat, I told myself I would never be the preachy/opinionated vegetarian. I figured it was my choice and I shouldn't force it on others. However, over the last few years I have started to realize why vegans/vegetarians get so pissed and ranty.
Every fucking day I catch some sort of bullshit for the way I choose to live.
I have come to expect it from anyone over the age of 30, republicans, christians etc. and I always handle it politely. For the most part people at least pretend to understand my need to make such a fuss when I go out to eat.
But it fucking puts me over the edge when I catch some mealy-mouthed bullshit from my own friends/family. Maybe I'm foolish for expecting the tiniest bit of respect from the people I love. But c'mon.
If I didn't give a shit about something, I wouldn't ridicule/argue with someone who did. And that's just it, they don't really give a damn, and I've never asked or expected them to. Yes, I would like to spit in their faces every time I see them gobble up a cheeseburger, but I keep it to myself. And the only explanation I can come up with for their insensitivity to something they have no moral attachments to whatsoever is weakness.
I'm not saying that anyone who eats meat is weak. I just think it's weak-ass when someone has to make fun of my personal moral stand-points because I'm "extreme" about it. I can't count how many self-proclaimed "animal-lovers" I've encountered that can sit on their McDonald's-filled asses and laugh at me or roll their eyes when I have to ask about what kind of oil my curly-fries are cooked in. And I can only wonder if their slightly jealous of my self-restraint.
And here's where I bragg about about the 30+ pounds I've lost since I stopped eating meat. I'm at least twice as healthy as I was 4 years ago. Eat that, sluts.
Every fucking day I catch some sort of bullshit for the way I choose to live.
I have come to expect it from anyone over the age of 30, republicans, christians etc. and I always handle it politely. For the most part people at least pretend to understand my need to make such a fuss when I go out to eat.
But it fucking puts me over the edge when I catch some mealy-mouthed bullshit from my own friends/family. Maybe I'm foolish for expecting the tiniest bit of respect from the people I love. But c'mon.
If I didn't give a shit about something, I wouldn't ridicule/argue with someone who did. And that's just it, they don't really give a damn, and I've never asked or expected them to. Yes, I would like to spit in their faces every time I see them gobble up a cheeseburger, but I keep it to myself. And the only explanation I can come up with for their insensitivity to something they have no moral attachments to whatsoever is weakness.
I'm not saying that anyone who eats meat is weak. I just think it's weak-ass when someone has to make fun of my personal moral stand-points because I'm "extreme" about it. I can't count how many self-proclaimed "animal-lovers" I've encountered that can sit on their McDonald's-filled asses and laugh at me or roll their eyes when I have to ask about what kind of oil my curly-fries are cooked in. And I can only wonder if their slightly jealous of my self-restraint.
And here's where I bragg about about the 30+ pounds I've lost since I stopped eating meat. I'm at least twice as healthy as I was 4 years ago. Eat that, sluts.