I am not a hunt in my life. I don’t care what a person believes, with whom he sleeps and what he eats. I think it’s everyone’s business, and the main thing is not to impose my own interests on me. But not everyone thinks so.
A vegetarian girl came to work. I don’t care what she eats. A lot of food is sold in the stores for her, in our working dining room too, it is possible to have a vegetarian lunch - her rights are never infringed. I never asked her why she didn’t eat meat, why she didn’t prove its usefulness, why she didn’t give up meat. In short, I did not touch this topic at all. But every time we come to the dining room and find ourselves at the same table, every time she begins to call me a body-eater, calls to my conscience - how I don't feel sorry for the beasts, ticks me in the face with the phone with articles about the harm of meat, seeing in me a coat with fur or leather shoes begins to show pictures of encouraged animals and prove that the skin is removed from them alive and so on. I correctly kept silent for the first two weeks, then told her to look into her plate, and not into mine, and finally dropped away from me! She’s offended and now tells the whole office that I’m a terrible bullshit and hamlo, and that’s because I’m a meat-eater, but they’re all, vegetarians and vegans are the best people.