Vegetarian Vernacular
The soft daylight cautiously showed itself on the floor in patches; the thick curtain muting harsh rays and only allowing the sun’s light to truly show itself in dancing geometric patterns from where the cloth didn’t quite cover the window. The entryway to my room was closed , the windows shut, and the air dry and dusty. An ever evident white noise of a small black fan disclosed the continuous clicking of a computer’s mouse. The internet was a vast place, and one that was certainly easy to get lost in. And lost did I sure get. I had been stuck in the quicksand for so many hours I lost count, truly representing the epitome of the stereotype
“internet kid”. Now I had always been one of an animal lover. My string …show more content…
If this dog was able to comprehend the idea that the fish was dying, and in order to cease its pain it needed water, who knows what else I was undermining?
These two creatures seemed virtually opposites, never encountering one another enough to know each other’s needs and habits. I was nothing far from dumbstruck, and as my head sunk into welcoming hands, I became disgusted with myself. For so long I have allowed the idea that
“animals were just animals” to be mended into my train of thought. I had let myself be brainwashed by the teaching of others, permitting myself to think that it was any way acceptable to be consuming animals I knew nothing about. My fingers flew atop the keyboard, raking the soft and smooth letters in order to find a more in depth discussion about this particular topic.
Upon further speculation, my heart wrenched. Any defending line that I was presenting myself in order to justify to my other half that eating meat for the past thirteen years was somehow okay were diminished into nothing. Fast forward to later that evening, my chores sloppily and hastily completed at the bare minimum, as per usual. And instead of using my now free time to face what I had saw head on- …show more content…
My stout mother shrugged in indifference, her beady brown eyes ripping off the sight of me and returning to her task at hand. Her shoulders relaxed slowly when her voice went soft and musical, once starting to go in depth about her own experiences with her lack of vegetarianism.
Mother instinct must have kicked in just then, noticing I wasn’t being attentive in the slightest to her stories, and ripping the clothespin off my nose in response. I theatrically curdled to the cold and hardground in a mess of bones, dramatically reenacting the scene of someone choking to death, despite only being able to smell my mom’s familiar grassy and herbal scent. She saw through my little episode easily, only rolling her eyes and flipping her long black hair over her shoulder in response to my immature antics. So instead of continuing my obnoxious façade, backed out of the room, no longer in the mood continue to bother my already agitated mother.
Instead of leaving the room like I expected, I stumbled to the side, as my older brother blocked the exit. “You’re vegetarian?” he asked, demandingly skeptical. While the voice he was producing could seem deep and booming, I did not miss the few subtle squeaky voice
The soft daylight cautiously showed itself on the floor in patches; the thick curtain muting harsh rays and only allowing the sun’s light to truly show itself in dancing geometric patterns from where the cloth didn’t quite cover the window. The entryway to my room was closed , the windows shut, and the air dry and dusty. An ever evident white noise of a small black fan disclosed the continuous clicking of a computer’s mouse. The internet was a vast place, and one that was certainly easy to get lost in. And lost did I sure get. I had been stuck in the quicksand for so many hours I lost count, truly representing the epitome of the stereotype
“internet kid”. Now I had always been one of an animal lover. My string …show more content…
If this dog was able to comprehend the idea that the fish was dying, and in order to cease its pain it needed water, who knows what else I was undermining?
These two creatures seemed virtually opposites, never encountering one another enough to know each other’s needs and habits. I was nothing far from dumbstruck, and as my head sunk into welcoming hands, I became disgusted with myself. For so long I have allowed the idea that
“animals were just animals” to be mended into my train of thought. I had let myself be brainwashed by the teaching of others, permitting myself to think that it was any way acceptable to be consuming animals I knew nothing about. My fingers flew atop the keyboard, raking the soft and smooth letters in order to find a more in depth discussion about this particular topic.
Upon further speculation, my heart wrenched. Any defending line that I was presenting myself in order to justify to my other half that eating meat for the past thirteen years was somehow okay were diminished into nothing. Fast forward to later that evening, my chores sloppily and hastily completed at the bare minimum, as per usual. And instead of using my now free time to face what I had saw head on- …show more content…
My stout mother shrugged in indifference, her beady brown eyes ripping off the sight of me and returning to her task at hand. Her shoulders relaxed slowly when her voice went soft and musical, once starting to go in depth about her own experiences with her lack of vegetarianism.
Mother instinct must have kicked in just then, noticing I wasn’t being attentive in the slightest to her stories, and ripping the clothespin off my nose in response. I theatrically curdled to the cold and hardground in a mess of bones, dramatically reenacting the scene of someone choking to death, despite only being able to smell my mom’s familiar grassy and herbal scent. She saw through my little episode easily, only rolling her eyes and flipping her long black hair over her shoulder in response to my immature antics. So instead of continuing my obnoxious façade, backed out of the room, no longer in the mood continue to bother my already agitated mother.
Instead of leaving the room like I expected, I stumbled to the side, as my older brother blocked the exit. “You’re vegetarian?” he asked, demandingly skeptical. While the voice he was producing could seem deep and booming, I did not miss the few subtle squeaky voice