A non-vegan “friend” flew in to visit me, and eating with him was painful. I couldn’t stand just sitting there watching this dude glutton himself with animal corpses and secretions. I think every single meal he ate was non-vegan—the only vegan thing he ate was a pasta I single-handily cooked for us (which he didn’t even thank me for despite gobbling it up! Asshole!). Glad he’s gone now, but now my unapologetically carnist parents are flying in for my birthday and I know they’re going to gorge themselves on cows and pigs. I don’t know whether I should just suck it up and just ignore their disgusting diet, or put my foot down and say that they can go to whatever fancy restaurants they want but I won’t be going if they’re going to eat animals. I don’t know if I can take the former, but on the other hand I don’t want to deal with stupid drama when they’ll be gone in a few days.
God I hate this world and I hate humans. My misanthropy has precipitously climbed higher and higher since turning vegan. Sometimes I just want to go hermit mode and live in the middle of nowhere with a huge stockpile of lentils and zero animal cruelty in my presence.
