Speaking of ass cleaning, veganism does make poop softer and messier. I have a new cheaper solution.
Moisten washcloth.
Apply toilet paper to damp washcloth to dampen tp.
Use as normal.
Works much better.
Look, if you treated an animal at home the way a factory farm does, you would be prosecuted and go to prison. It’s pretty clear theres a cognitive disconnect. Our whole society is mad, obviously.
Hell, tying a dog to a tree at home is a crime! Google dog tether law for details. But the factory farms do far far worse.
Maybe a fair compromise is to raise and kill all meat reasonably humanely and build it in the price. A burger might cost 25.00 at in and out. But so be it.
I dont want any fucking statins!!! I dont want or take any meds.
I actually would like to do the right thing for the world and myself, whatever that is, regardless of others perception, but esp. Your perception.
The least harmful way. No more animal human market sicknesses that destroy humanity.no more vague post cholesterol test anxiety.
So just file it away: if someday you get tired of high cholesterol, just eat plants for 3 months. Skip tofu if you fear sissiness. I’m mainly beans n nuts anyway.
Now, the 10 day vipassana meditation retreat [worldwide group, but they’re in 29 palms in socal… its free! 10 days room and board, donations accepted only after you finish and leave…no recommended amount…its..not capitalist] might be what irked you. Sitting on a room, silent, for 10 days from 430 am to 9 pm, does sound more oddly threatening to the normal social order than simply giving up meat.
I started barely able to sit for 5 minutes without feeling crazed. I’m up to 1 hour.
Take the 3 minute meditation challenge!
Set your timer for 3 minutes.
Sit still and straight.
Attend to your breathing. Maybe count your breaths, to 10, then start again.
Observe your thoughts as they come. Do not hold on to them. Let each one go.
(You are not your thoughts)
.good luck!! It gets pretty nutty in there when you really closely inspect.
I think it’s a general truth that everyone thinks they’re pretty much in control of their thoughts…until they attempt to meditate…
As Sparrow in his awesome, humble Guide to Meditation available free at Sun magazine says it’s like two separate discos at 2 a.m.
At first I felt like my thoughts were bitchslapping me. Or maybe dragging me away like drunk friends to another bar.
Or wrestling me.
Or carrying me away like a horse.
Or tying me up.
Or breaking into my house and throwing the glassware on the floor.
Now, sometimes, not always, I can see a thought approach me, from a distance. It comes up to my home, Taps on the window. I may not even grant permission to enter!!! The thought slinks away, sadly unengaged.
But a lot of times I get tied up or bitchslapped by my thoughts.
185 total, 61 good, 105 bad, 95 triglycerides, for instance
