Love So Extreme It’s Hate
a poem
Do you ever think about the vegans who are specifically vegan because they bask in the feeling of feeling different, better, superior, who shame others particularly others of other cultures who have a different relationship with meat?
They are honestly no different in concept from people whose entire personality is based around loving bacon to the point it is the only food they eat, so much that bacon juices ooze out their pores, simply because they believe it superior to never have eaten a single leaf in their life?
It’s one thing to love something genuinely, as vegan food can be so lovely, the same way that bacon is a delightful delicacy, yet basing your love entirely on hating anything different from your one and only love: what is the point?
Tagging Amy Lee Kite | Michael Ranjitsingh | Las siete y más| Carolyn Riker | Zachary Burg| Ntathu Allen | Jade-Ceres Violet D. Munoz | Orla Kenny if you’re up to it and anyone else interested in today’s prompt: extreme.
Hi I’m Lucy Dan 蛋小姐 (she/her/她) and I was too afraid to hit publish on this one, because of how extreme some of the responses can be to point out how extreme some people can be. This is not a criticism of veganism, or of bacon, but a criticism of human nature as algorithms boil the blood of us inside, until we snap, in knee-jerk reaction to only the most emotionally charged piece.
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