#*fistpump*

THAT’S MY BOY

Me, externally: okay

You guys really like reading about King Papyrus.

I have a sneaking suspicion that the really, adamantly anti-veg*n people are mostly that way because we highlight their own hypocrisy.

Oh, you physically couldn’t abstain from meat? Just because you love it that much? Guess what! We’re the living proof that you totally could. You just choose not to. There are days when I totally miss meat - when I miss my grandmother’s baked chicken, or unagi sushi. But I still don’t eat it, because not eating sentient beings is important to me. Like, I acknowledge that I’m in a very privileged position where I can choose to be picky about what I eat, but that doesn’t diminish how important this is to me.

(And I actually save a lot of money on food, because I pretty much don’t go out to eat anymore. Because I have developed serious trust issues where food is concerned. Because my co-workers have, in the past, frequently taken my jokes that I don’t remember what meat tastes like - I don’t - to ask what would happen if they slipped meat into my food?

My body would react as though poisoned, that’s what.

So there’s that.)

And rather than accepting that fact about me and about yourself, you turn around and use every fucking excuse in the book to invalidate our choices. You want to feel better about yourself, you want to feel that there’s really no other choice but to live the way you do, you don’t want to be made to feel uncomfortable, and veg*ns are standing in the way of that.