Okay, I’ve been a vegetarian since I was 13 years old, and at the time I had never known any other vegetarians. It was a bit of a scandal in my family, and they were concerned about my health. (Both of my sisters, one older and one younger, have since become vegetarians, and my family has gotten a bit of a grip.)
My reasoning has no sound byte. Morally, I think the way animals raised for meat is wrong, and it’s very difficult for me to think about. However, I do eat dairy, and I know dairy cows are not treated well either, and I feel guilty about that.
Psychologically, I have always felt that my coping skills are lacking. I can’t stand the thought of being responsible for any creature’s death. I hate the whole idea of the food chain, although I know it’s natural and not objectively wrong. But I have a very difficult time coping with death, and particularly dealing with the death or mistreatment of animals. Oddly, it’s not that I’m an animal lover, really. I like some animals under some circumstances, but I’m not an extremist. But I just have a soft spot for animals when I hear of them being mistreated.
Overall, when people ask me why I’m a vegetarian (and they so often do), I have no quick answer. And people sometimes tell me they admire me for my will power in being a vegetarian, but I always feel that’s misguided. It’s not difficult for me to be a vegetarian and it takes no will power on my part. I know it’s natural for humans to eat meat, but for me it seems natural not to. I don’t want to eat meat and I wish that nobody did want to. But I don’t hold it against them that they do, and I know we are biologically meant to.
So yeah, I have no good answer to this question. I wish I did, since I’m asked it all the fucking time. I just can’t claim moral superiority for my vegetarianism, since my reasoning is a bit dysfunctional. But I still am happy I’m a vegetarian, and I’m quick to point out that I was the first in my family to become one!
My life: a continual contradiction.