You have probably guessed that I’m a vegetarian. I’ve been one since 1987. I am not a vegan, although I was one for about 5 years. I found it too hard to eat. I won’t eat flesh of any kind, not even fish. I do eat products with milk and eggs in them, but I do not drink straight milk, or cook eggs.
I got into the whole vegetarian lifestyle for animal rights, but then found I felt healthier so I kept it up for animals/health purposes. I’ll be the first to admit I’m the world’s unhealthiest vegetarian. It’s not that I eat badly, but I don’t get enough exercise. The computer is my drug. A recent doctor’s visit changed all that, because I have high blood pressure. I’m now doing a few miles on my treadmill every day.
I make no friends being a vegetarian.
Non-vegetarians don’t understand why I do it. Some feel it’s a threat. Why? I’m not sure, but I’ve had some people get belligerent with me when they found out I don’t eat meat.
Some vegetarians don’t like to hear I’m not vegan. To them I’m not helping “the cause.” So, they get belligerent too.
I can’t win!
Here is where I stand: EVERYONE CAN GO FUCK THEMSELVES!
I’m not a militant vegetarian! In fact, I can’t stand them! I’ve known a few of them in my lifetime and don’t wish to meet any again. I once knew a guy who wanted me to go with him to throw bricks through butcher shop windows. When will these people learn that the pen is mightier than the sword? I think some animal rights groups have good intentions, but their methods just suck! Like the ones who throw red paint on people wearing fur. What do they think that will accomplish? As if the people with paint all over them are going to say, “Oh, I now understand fur is bad! I’m going to get a tofu salad!”
On the other hand, I’ve known the "Red meat is all-American John Wayne assholes!"
These are the people that love to go hunting on the weekends. Years ago, I used to work with a few of them. Whenever we would have some event at work where we were all eating together, they would make jokes about my diet -- “Why don’t you just go graze outside on the lawn?” I heard it all from them. I would just brush it off, and laugh with them. Some of them respected me more because I had a sense of humor about it, while others hated me more because they were out to push my buttons, but I never let them. That pissed them off -- they would try so hard too, it was funny.
It never bothered me when they made jokes. I’m a strong believer in the old saying, "if you can’t laugh at yourself than who can you laugh at?" They just couldn’t understand why I’m a vegetarian. They had small minds. I noticed they always had to assert their manhood. Maybe some other things were small too.
