I’m sorry…well, actually I’m not

Often, in the past I have said things that I didn’t necessarily agree with so as not to cause offence or to fit in, to avoid awkwardness.

Now, I don’t. I’m always civil, which is something I’ve learnt is far better than be an aggressive, opinionated arse like I used to be many years ago, but I will speak up.

However, here’s a thing I’ve noticed, I’ve been mainly vegetarian for the last 2-3 years and being vegetarian has its challenges, and at times I felt almost a little apologetic for being a veggie. Then, during the summer, partly due to watching What The Health on Netflix and feeling, after 51 years of ignoring it, that I was like most humans, intolerant to diary, I turned to being vegan.

When you say to some that you’re vegan, they look at you like you’ve got some deadly contagious disease and you’ve just licked them. They say things like ‘wow!! What do you eat?’ in a tone of complete incredulity or ‘what about cheese, butter, eggs? Do you still eat fish?’.

So, I’ve noticed that I’m almost slightly apologetic again, like I want to hide that I’m vegan or not put others into an awkward moment and I’ve said things like ‘I’m just trying it’ or ‘I’m not a strict vegan’. It’s a bit like being a ‘skinny low-fat Christian’ or a ‘Muslim lite’, just kind of religious.

Well, actually I have nothing to apologise about. People who meat, and it’s all a personal choice and I have no judgement, don’t say ‘ I’m not really into this meat thing’ or ‘sorry to be pain, I’ll just eat some veg’

So, I’m sorry but I’m not sorry anymore. Equally, though as I don’t like being judge, I am not judging others choices and I will not be trying to convert others.

If change is what I seek, then better to do my thing and then hope that it might inspire others who might want to eat differently too.

But for those who do judge, I don’t care. I’m happily a human being with my own choices that I like.

Gingerbread houses and the meaning of Christmas

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So, just a week to go to the annual plastic consumption and food gorging fest that Christmas has come to be for so many in the rather laughable titled ‘developed’ world.

People consume more food in a few days than they normally would in two weeks, we spend more money than we often really have, we buy gifts that no one really needs and give them to people who already have more than they will ever need.

We then spend January going on detoxes, diets and trips to the local tip to get rid of all the plastic from last Christmas to make space for this year’s trinket downpour.

Somewhere before this madness and over consumption, there was a meaning to Christmas for most, and to me, it has never been about religion, it is always about spending time with the people who matter and having fun, taking a break from the day-to-day, switching off, having a laugh and doing things together with family and friends.

Today, my daughter and I spent time building gingerbread houses together and laughing as the roof slid off my house. That’s what Christmas means to me.

What does Christmas mean to you?