I've found that there is a common misconception with vegetarians though. For some reason you carnivores out there assume that we are all a bunch of liberal, tree-hugging hippie weirdos. Parts of this statement may be true, I'm definitely a weirdo, but is it odd that I don't necessarily enjoy all the beauties of nature as well? I despise being outside when there are bugs. Camping to me is staying in a hotel that doesn't provide room service. I don't lay around and cry at night over the thoughts of global warming and deforestation. I don't wear birkenstocks, and I not only take a shower every morning, but a water-wasteful bath every evening. Never once have I thrown blood on someone wearing fur. (This one really throws me, because why would you do that? They are just going to buy another one to replace the one you ruined, and the death of the innocent mink, fox, dalmation, whatever is on your hands.) We're not all members of militant anti-meat eating organizations.
I choose not to eat meat because I find it disgusting. Not necessarily morally reprehensible, because if I was starving or stuck on a mountain in the Andes - believe me, I'd resort to even cannibalism. It's not that at all. I find it physically disgusting. Putting some little critter's flesh in my mouth and chewing on it is just gross. Not to mention, most of these animals were not only killed, but lived in completely inhumane ways and they were just nasty. Growing up on a farm, I can confirm, chickens are yucky. Nasty, nasty little creatures that will eat their own poop.
I know, I know... chicken nuggets and bacon are tasty. So I've heard, anyway. They're also pretty gross. I won't rag you on your choice to be a carnivore if you won't rag me about not consuming meat. And for those of you who still think all vegetarians are dirty hippies with some sort of agenda, look around, Cletus. There's more and more of us everyday and we haven't risen up and gone all Cain and Abel on you... Yet.