This Space for Rent

Now that’s interesting.

The last time I went up to Joe’s Donuts I didn’t get very many donuts ‘cuz vegan. But what I didn’t realize is that my family had gone off Joe’s donuts, too (if I get donuts more than about once every two months it’s too much,) and today, when faced with one last remaining donut slowly getting stale, I couldn’t bear just tossing it, so I broke vegan and ate it.

It, um, didn’t taste that good, and not in the traditional “too stale to eat” way, but in a “is this actually food?” way. I appear to have, despite trying to be pragmatic about it, gotten new believer evangelicalism and now food that I know has animal products in it just doesn’t seem right to me.

I don’t know how I feel about this. It’s nice to not like the food that I don’t wish to eat, but I wonder just how much of my traditional favorite foods were my favorite foods not because of the taste, but because they are the things I’m supposed to like. And now that I’m not supposed to like them, I don’t?

Oy. That’s just weird.