*Chomp!*

Why am I a vegetarian again?

I don’t know if I remember the original reason, nor do I have any reasons of my own left.. I ordered a bean burrito just now at the local taco box (I laughed at the name too. It sort of kept me from going there for several days), and they gave me a beef burrito.

Now, if I were to go back and confront them, they’d probably take their burrito back and give me my correct order, but then, rather than offend the state bureau of health by reassigning the eating of the beef burrito to an unsuspecting customer, they’d simply throw it away.

Net result: a consequential loss for vegetarianism, but a principled (if pyrrhic) victory.

On the other hand, if I were to just sit here and eat the damn burrito, I’d probably get some of the nutrients other people get too much of, but I severely lack in my diet. I’d get fed, the animal is still dead and the guy making burritos doesn’t have to make one over again.

Net result: a consequential draw for vegetarianism but gain for my body, an ethical grey area and a principled loss… At least it would be if I knew what made me a vegetarian and I still cared.

So what did I do?

*Chomp!*

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