I worry that I might be the worst type of vegetarian, the one without any sort of drive or principle. I stopped eating meat some two years ago because I don't really like meat. I dislike it because of what makes it obvious that it's flesh - gristle, bones, etc. - and I know that eating animals is essentially unethical, but I haven't been able to get myself to believe it yet. I probably wouldn't feel any moral repercussions in eating a thick hamburger right now, even as its pink juices flowed down my chin.
I've stranded myself here on the Great Cosmic Boca Burger with no purpose. I feel like a tool.
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