meat mind
I've been trying not to eat meat a lot lately for the reason that I don't want to kill another living thing that can think and feel just like I can but it's so hard when I'm in the sticks. Living in Grand Rapids, all last semester, I was completely vegetarian, except when I came hope to dad's home grilled cooking and he's just bought a new grill. I love to grill too, and I'm good at it.
For me it's like forbidden fruit. At work today, for staff appreciation, the kitchen had a cookout with hambugers and brats. There I was sitting in the break room with a giant metal pan filled with juicy morsels of flesh that I've been trained my whole life to adore. I ate 4 hamburgers and 2 brats, I shit you not. It's like a smoker who's trying to quit being locked in a room with a pack of cigarettes, sooner or later the mind comes up with a justification for lighting up.
For me it's like forbidden fruit. At work today, for staff appreciation, the kitchen had a cookout with hambugers and brats. There I was sitting in the break room with a giant metal pan filled with juicy morsels of flesh that I've been trained my whole life to adore. I ate 4 hamburgers and 2 brats, I shit you not. It's like a smoker who's trying to quit being locked in a room with a pack of cigarettes, sooner or later the mind comes up with a justification for lighting up.