Totally agree. Sometimes I wish I could not care and eat whatever I want. Today for our final marketing class we had a “celebration of learning.” Or in other words, she gave us the answers to the final in a “review” of the quarter. The professor brought cinnamon buns and cookies, both of which are not vegan. So I didn’t eat anything, but I did bring a vegan protein bar to class because I figured that I wouldn’t be able to eat a thing.
Tonight there is a going away party for someone who works for student life. There is supposed to be cake, which I’m assuming has dairy and/or eggs in it. There is also supposed to be other food and most of the time its nachos or pizza. I highly doubt there will be anything vegan there, maybe vegetables or fruit. But I doubt it.
But its gotten to the point where, even if I’m hungry, I won’t eat it. I don’t even think about eating it. Because to me, it’s not food. To me looking weird because I won’t eat cake (unless it’s vegan because admit it vegan cake is amazing!) or because I look at the ingredients to everything (or take a picture with my “is it vegan” app if I’m too lazy), is nothing compared to what the animals have to go through just to make me look “normal”.
I can’t just turn off my moral compass and eat whatever I want, because that would go against everything I believe in and all my core values. Which are, to do no harm, and to live in harmony with everything on earth because God made the animals. I’m guessing that factory farming is not what he wanted us to do with them.
So do I look weird? Yes. Some of it is because of the veganism but mostly because I’m weird to begin with. Do I care? No.