Being vegan makes me sad

(I was going to post this as a reply to the other thread, but I don't want to bring needless negativity into a positive thread. We're on the same team here.)

You people happy about being vegan - I envy you so damn much!

Waking up to the horrors of factory farming and realizing how little the average person cares has turned me into a chronically depressed misanthrope instead.

Happy? It feels like I'm watching a group of people kicking a dog, and I'm supposed to feel happy I'm not participating.

I can't remember a single family event where I haven't heard some smart-ass comment about how we're eating grass or how yummy this bloody piece of meat is. These comments aren't made with actual malintent - these people are friends and family, and they probably think they're just being funny, but it's nothing but clueless and disrespectful. And holy fuck have they started to get on my nerves after several years. (I have been **this close** to actually, literally punching one particularly cunty individual in the face.)

Sorry about being a huge downer. I know what we're doing is right (or more specifically, we're avoiding doing wrong), and I'll never go back, but the feeling of hopelessness just gets to me sometimes. I should probably consider therapy, but chances are the therapist is an omni and I'd despise them just as much as the average joe.

I know I can't be the only one who feels like this, so... let's vent, I guess?