Interrupted

My Life Thus Far
2015-12-02 05:11:31 (UTC)

One Worth Being Proud Of

I'm in bed by 9pm. That's impressive for me. I actually slept really well last night. I just wish I could have enjoyed our lovely warm bed, with it's new fluffy comforter, a little while longer. I just have to get through tomorrow and I'll have another day off. A day I can sleep in as long as I want. I'm going to use that image as fuel to get me through my early wake up and work day tomorrow. Another opening shift. My favorite...

Something about work was different. I can't say for sure what it was, but the difference was in me. That I can say for sure. It was a surprisingly slow day. I didn't make my sales goal. I tried, but there simply wasn't enough traffic. Instead of letting it get to me, I just accepted it. Some things are out of my control. As hard as I try, I can't make something out of nothing. The more consistently I accept that truth, the happier I'll be.

This morning I read an article about getting unfriended on Facebook, and what the most common reasons why people unfriend one another. They were all along the lines I wrote about yesterday (was it yesterday? Yes). How sometimes people grow and change. Maybe you're just too awesome for them. They aren't feeling like they're on the same wavelength as you. They're jealous. The reasons are numerous. And ultimately none of them are any of your concern. Internalizing the feelings of other is a great way to make yourself miserable, and will foster constant feelings of inadequacy. I'm going to give it my damnedest try. I'm going to focus less on what others think of me, and more on what I think about myself. My opinion of myself is far more accurate than what a casual Facebook acquaintance's opinion would be. I'm a good person. I try very hard to live a noble life. One worth being proud of. That's good enough.

I had my first irritating encounter with a person about being vegan. A coworker of all people. Thank goodness she's seasonal. I don't feel like we're complimentary personalities. The entire conversation isn't worth recounting, but she's the first person in real life who's attempted to make me feel bad about being vegan. Like I'm wrong, or missing out on something so fantastic. I choose not to participate in any form of animal cruelty. There's nothing weird or wrong about that. I don't make meat eaters feel bad about their choices, and their choices directly contribute to cruelty, pain, suffering, and blatant mistreatment of several species of animals. And yet I'm the odd one. I spoke my peace and walked out of the break room feeling like I'd crushed her pathetic validations. My favorite part of the conversations was when she said "I could never be vegan" and I said "I'm so glad I don't contribute to cruelty and suffering anymore. I've never felt more at peace with myself" and walked out. She probably will think twice before bringing that topic up again. Every argument against veganism is a vote for death and suffering. It's abuse. I try not to make my meat eating friends feel attacked, but there is no way around that truth, and I'm not afraid to point it out if they want to say something negative about being compassionate. I don't need to eat cow ass to be happy.

Tonight for dessert I'm having coconut almond gelato. It's part of a new line of almond milk based gelato Central has recently started carrying. So while closed-minded airheads count macros and calories, trying desperately to lose weight (while belittling my choice to be compassionate), I'll enjoy my gelato and the knowledge that I'm not contributing to any other being's suffering or death. I have never felt more dietary freedom, which for me translates into happiness. I hate dieting. I will never do it again!




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