All you can say is ditto.

When I took a different route than usual Lizzie asked if I knew where I was going. “Of course I do”, I said with and obvious joking tone to it, “we’re going to the market.” I were of course hoping that I knew my way as I were relying on my memory after looking at Google Maps for a few seconds. As we started to approach we tried to look for a place to park.

As I tried to keep focus on what was happening in front of me so I could prevent a fender bender, Lizzie was busy letting me know that we should’ve gone earlier and that we would be stuck hovering around looking for a place to park rest of the day. “It looks like that person is leaving, ask that person if he is leaving! Do it!”, she almost deafened me with when we were about to cross the intersection to look for parking in another street. I am an introvert and I hate walking up to strangers acting like I find it acceptable to disturb them with questions like that. So as I slowly passed by I was yet again informed that we will never ever find a place to park; and without any warning I just said with a stern voice: “Shut up! You’re just spewing!” To be honest I were a bit surprised myself, as I rarely lose my temper; and I have no idea what I meant to say in that last sentence.

A few meters down the road I found a nice parking spot by a beautiful tree. It made it a bit difficult for Lizzie to get out of the car, but what was important is that we managed to park the bloody damn car so we could go shopping fruits and veggies at the fudging farmers market in West End.

I carefully had to announce that I, yet again, had no cash, only plastic. “Oh my God! We’re never prepared for anything”, Lizzie sighed heavily. Trying to sound a bit careful, like I was walking on egg shells, “We’ll just have to find an ATM somewhere.” “Where are we going to find an ATM here?!”, I was being told. “We’ll find one, don’t worry”, I said trying to diffuse the situation. That didn’t work well, so I suggested we could just give up now and go to Coles and get everything there instead.
We ended up getting cash from a local ATM, not too far away from the market.

Walking around and enjoying the atmosphere we eventually acquired the fruits and veggies we needed. Hopefully when we both earn a bit more money we can also get the fruits and veggies we want. Walking around there made us a bit more happy and forgetting that minor silly argument we had earlier.

As we were walking to the car I said: “It’s funny how that person could actually claim that this market was becoming bad because it was becoming too trendy and full of rich people.” Lizzie was laughing, “They just wanted to be unique. God forbid someone doing the same thing as them without their approval.” “I know, but what can you expect from someone calling themself a hippie?”, I added.

This is what annoys me with being vegan. A lot of vegans tend to be very hippieish, if that is even a word; but I assume you understand what I’m saying. These are also the ones who claim people go vegan to be cool and pretend to be the ones who promote veganism the most; but they are also the ones who have this elitist view on how vegans should be and that it shouldn’t become too mainstream.
I suddenly understand why some people joke about angry vegans. It’s true, some seem to never be happy about anything. Everything is a fight that needs to shed blood.

For the last few days Lizzie and I have been debating this extremist vegan online that has managed to turn the discussion into a debate about semantics. Most people with common sense know and have experienced that when someone turns any kind of discussion into a debate about semantics, that person has nothing more to add to the discussion.

Every time I got a reply I heard from the lounge, “He’s replied to you again!” Which was followed by: “HAHA! Awesome reply!” I always try not to get sucked into an online debate, and I always try to diffuse it if it ends up being a debate about semantics or something in that direction. This time it was a bit difficult, as this person was obviously suffering from the Dunning-Kruger effect. I don’t want to post a link, as you can find it yourself, and I won’t go into too much detail. The gist of it was that everything I said was wrong and he was right, no matter what. He even managed to claim that dictionaries from Merriam-Webster and Random House is not credible sources.
I guess you get an idea now how difficult this person is to have a reasonable debate with.

I tried to be the bigger man and end the discussion a few times with the cliche sentence: “Let’s agree to disagree.” He could’ve been respectful and said, “yes, let’s do that.” Of course he couldn’t, so I created a simple test for him. I started replying with a single word, “ditto”. A sane person would probably not respond to that, or at least respond with, “WTF?!”, and leave it at that; but this person actually kept on responding to the word, “ditto”. I was shocked, but not that shocked when I found out he is 36 and asks for relationship advice on reddit.

I don’t want to be mean, I don’t like to be mean, but I’m sick and tired of being that nice quiet introvert in the corner who doesn’t say anything and just smiles if someone is being rude. I’m also sick and tired of people who can’t just be happy that someone is actually trying to make an effort by giving support. Instead they bloody launch at you if you don’t act their way. I’m so annoyed by these extremist vegans that I actually feel like going back to being a pescetrian, just in spite. To be honest, I love sushi and I make a mean oven baked salmon filet. I also have a weak spot for eggs in a basket. What do you think about that you elitist scum?

Lizzie and I talked about it later on and she is getting sick and tired of these fundies scaring away potential vegans and even vegans themselves as well. We both love animals. Lizzie volunteers at the SPCA and I marched against a vivisection lab in the Netherlands; but we don’t walk around with our noses far up in the sky and forget about reality.
Why do you think charities work? They don’t discriminate! That’s why. They also understand any support is more than no support at all. Charities who do discriminate tend to go belly up eventually.

I hope and think this was the last bit a vegan rant you will read in a while. Bloody tired of this bullshit now. It’s time for another cuppa and some mindless and random browsing online to see what entertain the weekend deviants.

Don’t panic!

Note:Yes, I’m trying to add a bit of Gonzo style to my articles now. I might give you some of my thoughts about it tomorrow, if you can muster it.