on being vegetarian

There is no point, it’s inexplicable and without discernible cause or motivation. That’s how it is. I used to have causes; today I do it for no reason whatsoever and I have no defense of it that would hold water for five minutes, much less make me seem less than daft. Perhaps I’m just waging a noble, futile battle against cause and effect with my only weapons being extravagant absurdity and grandiose na├»vety. Well then, the cause is to defeat cause and effect, right? No, the battle is futile and I acknowledge it. So it’s just for romantic reasons, right? No, it’s just a thing I do that makes other people think I’m an idiot, and I don’t even appreciate it. So there you have it.