These days I cannot help but think that being moral is high maintenance. Am I truly that snobbish for being a vegetarian? I tell myself that I do not judge others for eating meat, but don't I? At least, when it ever comes to having a significant relationship with someone, could I overlook the carniverous habits of a partner? It isn't just about the cute little animals to me, its environmentalism.
And am I a hypocrite to be so inherently judgemental when I myself make a poor vegetarian? Were I vegan, then I would be justified. Then, however, I must also be completely alienated from the majority of the population. High. Maintenance. Self-Righteous. Bitch.
But why should I feel guilty about have qualms about meat consumption? Why should I care if I am disliked for being borderline militant in my environmentalism? The fact is that I am so alone and so insecure that I fear that I will die having always been insulated in my cocoon of my idealism.
I suppose that is the price of morality.
And on the topic of veganism, I plan on phasing out most of my dairy consumption. Go all out on amazing vegan cooking. I have nothing against dairy, just the cruel treatment of the animals who are kind enough to provide it (but no, I do not support PETA, and before you get all huffy, look up just how many of the animals they "save" get put to sleep).
So that's that, low-maintenance Lambsie is dead. Never mind that she can live without running water. Never mind that she can do farm labor. Never mind that she can live out of a backpack for four months.
Lambsie is a bleedingheartvegetarianenvironmentalistsocialistactivistIDEALIST and fucking high maintenance to boot. Think on that, lazy bums.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment