why is it that when you shop at a health food store or a market like trader joes there are always the weirdest looking creatures in the world shopping beside you?
i mean it's one thing to be around eccentrics, but it's another to feel like you were dropped off at woodstock sans maxi-dress with a pipe and no weed to smoke.
walking along the aisles of your local trader joes is comparable in my mind to what I imagine my father must feel when he walks into hot topic or is forced to eat vegetarian cuisine. for those of you that don't know my father that feeling would be that of sheer panic.
"is this stuff dietetic? i don't want any of that tofu stuff! imitation bacon? jesus! i think that dietetic stuff causes anal leakage"
that's all that goes through my mind when i think of my dad's take on vegan/vegetarian food. and that is close to my take on the people that shop with me at trader joes...'god, i hope these people don't cause anal leakage'
extremists bug me. extremists of any kind... and that includes me. i'm an extremist when it comes to animals and being a vegetarian, and for that I understand that some people may hate me for it, but at least you don't have to hold your breathe when I walk by you, or focus all of your strength on looking at me in the eye rather than noticing my dreadlocks are brushing against your produce.
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