Poor animals and obsessed vegans

We see our own lot and compare it to the lot of ‘domesticated animals’, and try to imagine what it must be like for them, to feel so utterly abandoned. It’s as if Nature had allowed humans to take and enslave her gentlest creatures, in order to teach us the most profound lesson of all - that slavery, whilst intellectually achievable is spiritually unachievable. Unless empathy is highlighted, unless humans undergo an attitude transplant, animals will stay gaoled and vegans will remain lonely.
Vegans, being so isolated in the community, are prone to solitary pursuits ... but, given half the chance, most vegans would rather merge and huddle just like everyone else. Amongst our small number of colleagues we talk serious stuff. As we piece together that ‘bigger picture’ (then go backwards - finding it all a bit unrealistic, and then we get disappointed, and then we get angry all over again) we attempt to talk it all out with others. We exchange the latest stories about animals being hurt, about outrages on factory farms … there’s so much to talk about and get out of our system. We express our fiercest judgements (but usually in camera, letting it out where it’s safe ... the tension being too great to keep bottled up) but then at home, alone perhaps for most of the time, with no support, then what? What does happen might go something like this:
The images in my head make me feel sick or at least keyed up and I easily become preoccupied with it all. I try not to be seen like this, in case my friends think I’m obsessed. I feel one thing and show another, just to avoid losing what few friends I do have.