Yeah so I decided to come back here briefly (after my totally emo meltdown late-night during the apocalypse smoke skies over a month ago, I've been camping since then and trying to manage my mental health better thanks) ...because I found out one of my roommates who I thought was a super-healthy vegan is eating meat.
Not cheese, not eggs, not even fish, but turkey from a local farm. I'm quite sure someone at the ranch told him how humane and environmentally A-OK it was.
I knew he was a traitor all along. He never came to Vegan Club meetings, he never socialized with my vegan friends, except for one. He ate a "perfect" vegan diet - much healthier than my own (in appearance) very low in supplemental foods (for example, mostly eating oats with nut butters and fruit for breakfast and a stir fry or bean dish with veggies for dinner, and the healthiest veggie burgers possible for lunch, except once a week he might have Boca chkn) and regimented. Like, the perfect vegan. But NEVER doing activism.
My experience of "perfect" health vegans on YouTube who do little to no activism is that they start eating meat again. Just found locally farmed dead turkey slices in my refrigerator hiding behind his Ripple milk and lettuce. I KNEW IT.
I should always follow my intuition about people. I get get pooh-poohs and "calm downs" but I had been feeling annoyed with him inside for a while, and was telling myself I was being irrational, he is an excellent roommate, couldn't ask for better if not a partner or a best friend. So what if he wastes toilet paper every single day wiping down the bathroom mirror instead of using a towel. So what if he's extremely passive and never stood up to our old, bad roommate who caused problems until she left the first week of September. Realistically, who could ask for more? No one is perfect! Heaven knows I'm not!
Then I saw the dead turkey slices in the fridge tonight, after living in the same house with this person for the past 1 1/2 years.
I'm stealing his smoked gouda Violife cheez every chance I get. I could forgive vegetarianism, ask kindly about his local pasture-raised eggs or no-kill goat farm cheese. BUT THESE ARE ACTUAL ANIMAL BODIES. If anyone ever wondered why meat bothers me more than milk, this is why. Because I live in a very "humane" and "local" farmed part of rural California where it's actually a lot less violent to be vegetarian, where meat really is the main problem. And he crossed that boundary.
I feel like keeping my secret. I feel like it's leverage against him. I have no desire to confront him, or to tell our REAL vegan (animal rights activist) roommate.
I somehow feel justified in that I had been feeling this ire towards him and now here's proof.
My intuition is sound. I'm going to stop doubting myself.
