Sometimes I take the highway back home instead of the back roads. And sometimes I find myself driving next to a semi trailer filled with live pigs. I know where they are going. They are on their way to becoming delicious bacon. Sometimes I see a snout or a curly tail or an inquisitive eye. I look away. I know I'm a hypocrite. Yah, have another pork chop you asshole, not so easy when you're face to face with the animal that's going to get sliced up for that meal.
I still eat bacon after these encounters. I just steer clear of the highway until I forget.