Even the most laid back and egalitarian among us can be insufferable snobs when it comes to coffee, music, cars, beer, or any other pet obsession where things have to be just so. What are you snobbish about?
I am snobbish about the fact that I don’t eat meat and don’t drink. I turn up my nose at menus full of luxurious descriptions of the myriad ways we have found to prepare dead animals. I sneer at my fellow climate activists who are not willing to take an easy way to improve their impact on the environment by ceasing to eat farmed meat. The cattle industry alone wastes obscene amounts of fossil fuels in the production and distribution of meat, even if we ignore the substantial contribution of a greenhouse gas, methane, produced by flatulence in cattle caused by, you guessed it, their diet. They also waste water and food that could feed the hungry the world over.
Alcohol is another issue. I spent many years as a functional alcoholic and gave it up cold turkey when I learned to meditate. I found meditation was more beneficial to me than the oblivion brought on by alcohol. I tried to meditate after a night of drinking and found I was unable to reach the state of calm and oneness that had so thrilled me with the muzzy head after a night of drinking. I figured, if I stopped meditating, I could go back to drinking if I wanted, but I didn’t stop for several years, and by then, the urge to drink was gone.
And don’t get me started on cigarettes! This is a rant I don’t want to have. The sheer self destructiveness of cigarette smoking boggles the mind. ‘Nuff said.