Quorn life

I dish out my time equally between being dismayed and delighted, which is very confusing for me. One day I will pick one and stick with it. I hope I pick delighted. But I don't have a great track record, so it will probably be dismay. Still, better than despair eh? I pity those fools.

It's weird actually, because recently someone suggested I do X 'just for my own self respect' and it was only when I thought about it, I realised that (a) doing X wouldn't improve my self respect, and (b) I don't actually have self respect. What I have instead is shame, anger and resentment. Which is a bit like having Quorn instead of meat. It leaves the same general taste in your mouth, and you can choose not to focus on the fact that it's a synthetic substitute for the real thing.

Anyway, sometimes, if one hasn't blogged for a while, there can be a pressure that the next one has got to be good or 'worth it'. But luckily I have flouted that rule.

This is it. My insight into meat replacements and emotions.

I think it's been as good as vegan chocolate (which btw I have tried on numerous occasions - I'm not just picking the 'soft target' of vegetarians and vegans - my mum is vegetarian and was vegan when I was growing up so I have spent way more time eating beans than bacon, and therefore am perfectly legitimately allowed to judge said topics). In fact we were never allowed treats or chocolate or fizzy drinks unless it was Christmas, so I used to get up early and sneakily eat the dog biscuits. Perhaps not worth mentioning that, as now I might sound insane, but apparently loads of kids eat dog biscuits.

Anyway, at least it's proof I meant it about the self respect. I'm not a liar. Except I respect truth tellers, so does this mean I respect myself and have blown everything out of the water?

What a quandary.