Obscured Clarity.

We won’t stop until the killing stops.

Sometimes being a vegan can make me feel depressed. Not because of my lifestyle, i love vegan food, i’m more than happy to buy vegan products and clothing, i adore my fellow vegans and i love animals and don’t want them to suffer because of my choices.

It’s being a vegan in a very non vegan world that gets to me. Never being able to escape the sight and smell of animal flesh, people around me, advertisements, meat markets on the streets. Being asked about why i’m vegan, explaining that i can’t stand the suffering or even that i’d rather they didn’t eat that double bacon cheeseburger in front of me and then being told that i’m the ignorant one, that i’m in the wrong. Bringing up veganism in any situation, even when necessary (restaurant, doctor, when asked) and being looked at like i’ve just insulted their entire family or being spoken down on and treated differently afterwards. When people act like vegans are trying to “oppress” meat eaters when we are the minority and it’s the animals that are the victims here. When i’m the brunt of every joke, when i’m picked on, when my values are poked fun of, when my feelings are completely disregarded, when i have to shut up and tolerate all this bullshit because if i even think of defending myself or veganism i’m just another angry/annoying/stupid vegan.

Sometimes i feel alone and like i can’t relate to the majority of society. It doesn’t matter if i’m a quiet vegan or an in your face vegan, my mere presence is enough to piss most people off.

I’ve had enough. You know why i’m vegan? Because i give a shit. I care about the animals, i care about the planet we live on and i just want to cause as little harm and suffering as i possibly can as long as i live.