Vegan

Experiencing Vystopia in the Real World

From a magical weekend to "vystopia". Have you ever felt this way?

Hello everyone, I hope that you all had a wonderful weekend and are ready for a fabulous week!

I had an incredible weekend at Farm Animal Refuge in San Diego.  It was their bi-annual open house and I spent all day Saturday with farm animals, my vegan family, and ate delicious food.  It was pure Heaven!  I came home after a 9am-5pm day and felt like I was on a vegan high.  I was encouraged after being surrounded by people who completely got me and who felt the same way that I do.  Every person I talked to was a true, animal lover who is dedicating their lives to advocate for ALL animals, and I truly felt like the world was changing.  I completely felt at peace (and btw, had the best night of sleep that I have experienced in months)!!!

Today has been completely different: it’s as if I have woken up from a great dream into a nightmare that won’t end and is surrounding me.  I am suffering from what Clare Mann refers to as “Vystopia.”  By definition Vystopia is the “existential crisis experienced by vegans, arising out of an awareness of the trance-like collusion with a dystopian world. It is an awareness of the greed, ubiquitous animal exploitation, and speciesism in a modern dystopia”.

Let me take you through my morning.  It started by driving to work, passing the beautiful cows down the street who are being raised to be slaughtered for beef.  Along the way, I pass a dairy truck, filled with milk from cows who have impregnated and have had their babies stolen (and killed!) from them. I pass a Jack in the Box, McDonalds, and Burger King, filled with lines of people who are waiting to eat animals.  Not to mention the constant ads on the radio filled with propaganda from the animal agriculture industries!  Within the 20 minutes that I am in the car, I have become very aware that I am the minority.  One of the few who thinks that animals should live and deserve better!

I always try to remain positive and to stay optimistic.  But today I am feeling sadness, grief and hopelessness.  I am feeling guilty for judging the non vegans that surround me and for worrying about their health and for also selfishly worrying about our planet.  I am tired of worrying about offending people when there are BILLIONS of animals being killed EVERY year for their taste buds!  (And why is it that we have to celebrate birthdays and holidays with a corpse on our plates?! More to come on that one later…..).

In ways I get it.  We have been conditioned to believe that we need to eat animals and I used to do it too.  We all run around with our busy lives and do what we have been told to do, not considering the actions that we are taking.  What I don’t get is how when you know the truth, when you have seen the footage, how you can ever put that piece of animal in your mouth again.

Sorry for the rant but I think it’s important that you know that every day as a vegan activist is not sunshine.  There are days where you feel like the world is out to get you (think about a belief that you have that you are the most passionate about.  Now imagine a whole world telling you that belief is wrong!).

And I know that tomorrow will be better and that I will get out of bed ready to fight for what it right.  But today, I want to step back into my dream of the weekend with peace, amazing friends and animals who have been saved from this terrible nightmare.

Please let me know if you can relate to this post.  I would love to hear from you!

3 comments

  1. Oh, how I wish we could live in paradise now – one in which no one and nothing has to suffer at all. Ugh. I’m so glad you had such a good day Saturday, but I understand that it then makes our reality even tougher to endure. I am sorry about that.

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  2. I can totally relate to what you’re going through.I have felt that way every day since I became Vegan, almost two years ago. When I made my transition I was living in the middle of animal agriculture hell (Northeast Arkansas). Every day I drove a little over forty-five minutes to work, every mile a view that used to be beautiful to me now had me crying first thing in the morning. I would pass beautiful cows in the pasture, only now really noticing the numbered tags in their ears, knowing their days were numbered. I would see rows of “chicken houses” filled with feathery little babies being kept behind closed doors until those mornings when trucks would line up out front and stack metal cages of them onto their flat beds, taking them to their deaths. Sometimes I would have to drive behind one of those trucks, seeing their beautiful little faces, watching feathers float out in front of me. And that was just the drive to work. I won’t go into what it was like living with, being related to, and being surrounded by, meat-eating hunters.
    I also visited Farm Animal Refuge on Saturday, and my heart was bursting seeing the happy, well-treated animals. What a wonderful day it was to be with like-minded people, enjoying Vegan food, listening to great music, being able to touch and feed and watch the amazing animals. I shed a few tears that day, as well; but, they were happy tears. I look forward to having more of those days. Hope you do, too.
    Thanks for caring, and sharing your thoughts and feelings.

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    1. Oh my goodness, I cannot even imagine seeing all of that first hand. I am so sorry. That is a lot to deal with. And isn’t FAR amazing?! It is so incredible to see animals how they are supposed to be. I just wish that all of them could experience that same joy. Someday it will be a vegan world 🙂

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