How do I cope with the guilt?
Posted: Fri Feb 28, 2020 11:36 pm
This is something that hasn't really bothered me much until now.
I've been thinking about all the times I've consumed meat; Of course, I even knew at the time that what I was eating once was a living thing that had a mother, a beating heart, a brain, and emotion. However, I never stopped to consider that I was responsible for the death of this once living being just for my benefits (which could've been easily satisfied with another, uncruel meal). That living thing died, just for me. It in all likelihood lived a pretty shitty, uncomfortable, painful life, just to fulfill this one purpose.
I've told @EquALLity about this, so I'll say it here; I've relapsed on more than a few occasions; Now I didn't go back to eating meat wholesale, it was more of a reducitarian diet (Vegan Before 6 type, and usually just one chicken breast). I only ate poultry since I was started to get disgusted by beef, and pigs I just couldn't eat, since they're the smartest of the current animals we breed. I felt more comfortable with poultry since, put blunt, chickens aren't very intelligent creatures compared to cows and pigs. But even taking that into account, the guilt still weighs on me, since they were still living beings.
I don't think I'll ever get over the weight of all those animals I've consumed, all that calf milk I've drank... I mean I'm sure the more I think about it the less I will worry about it I suppose, but I feel as though this guilt will be carried with me to my grave. Oh yeah, and another thing that bothers me is people who've been vegan longer than me and more consistently than me; they were able to see the ethical problems before me, and are better and more consistent with their values. But I suppose that's more of an insecurity thing.
I also don't understand how my family or anyone else has no qualms with eating meat; Do people not see the ethical concerns with it? Do they just not care? Does it not bother them?
I've been thinking about all the times I've consumed meat; Of course, I even knew at the time that what I was eating once was a living thing that had a mother, a beating heart, a brain, and emotion. However, I never stopped to consider that I was responsible for the death of this once living being just for my benefits (which could've been easily satisfied with another, uncruel meal). That living thing died, just for me. It in all likelihood lived a pretty shitty, uncomfortable, painful life, just to fulfill this one purpose.
I've told @EquALLity about this, so I'll say it here; I've relapsed on more than a few occasions; Now I didn't go back to eating meat wholesale, it was more of a reducitarian diet (Vegan Before 6 type, and usually just one chicken breast). I only ate poultry since I was started to get disgusted by beef, and pigs I just couldn't eat, since they're the smartest of the current animals we breed. I felt more comfortable with poultry since, put blunt, chickens aren't very intelligent creatures compared to cows and pigs. But even taking that into account, the guilt still weighs on me, since they were still living beings.
I don't think I'll ever get over the weight of all those animals I've consumed, all that calf milk I've drank... I mean I'm sure the more I think about it the less I will worry about it I suppose, but I feel as though this guilt will be carried with me to my grave. Oh yeah, and another thing that bothers me is people who've been vegan longer than me and more consistently than me; they were able to see the ethical problems before me, and are better and more consistent with their values. But I suppose that's more of an insecurity thing.
I also don't understand how my family or anyone else has no qualms with eating meat; Do people not see the ethical concerns with it? Do they just not care? Does it not bother them?