One of my first experiences with a vegan was a girl in my French class who upon having seen me eat steak at a school trip came up to me to complain and tell me

One of my first experiences with a vegan was a girl in my French class who upon having seen me eat steak at a school trip came up to me to complain and tell me she was sure I'd feel differently if I had to kill the animal myself. I've never killed a large animal, so maybe she was right, but I have killed small ones, and being annoyed I told her I didn't see a problem with killing an animal myself if I had to. She stared at me for a moment, her face getting paler, called me a demon, and walked off. I'm sure it must be hard feeling like that about meat eating (her housemate was also on the trip, and they at one point debated what to do about an ant-infestation because they couldn't bear killing them - this was not a casual thing to her) and living around people like us. Especially if they, like me, are the kind of meat eater who still takes pleasure from having been called a demon to my face almost 30 years later.