(Absolutely random post regarding animal cruelty)
When I was 19, I decided I was vegetarian. I haven’t touched a morsel of cow, pig, or chicken in over 20 years and I have never ever missed it. I suppose if could slit a throat or pull a trigger myself, skin the thing, et cetera, I could get somewhere with whole concept.
Sadly, I started eating fish several years ago. I feel guilty about it every time so I try not to over do it. Part of it is laziness, part of it is to not wanting to make a big fuss when I have to eat somewhere and have little control. Again, a pathetic cop-out.
Recently a friend of ours attempted a Herculean leap into veganism. Such a bold move. Looking back I’m certain that I was jealous; I greatly admire her effort while being completely ashamed of myself. It’s tough gig and so not everyone does makes it. I just don’t have the balls yet to even try. Maybe one day, I will really really really try.
Confession I: I’ve become a sort of closet animal lover but I’m also a sort of closet Pescatarian. It’s an everyday conundrum. When I see a dead pigeon in an alley, I feel really terrible. Road kill on the 401? Same thing. I shoo flies out of the house when I can and just let the mice be when they start scratching around inside walls of the house every Fall. Living motherfuckers.
When I’m around proper vegetarians, I just don’t bring up my failure unless I have to, like a coward. When it comes up, I’m beeboppin and scattin’ all over the place, making excuses. Is what it is: a fail.
Confession II: Once I shared a pet bird with a roomate.
We I basically killed it, was utterly cruel to it. To this day, I still want to turn myself in. Can’t even remember the poor bastard’s name. Since all that, I can’t really deal with seeing animals in fucked up situations.
This is not judgement, only observation: What a strange relationship we have with animals. While some animals get dolled up in fancy outfits and sleep comfortably at the foot of the bed at night, people have no problem slaying other animals, putting a slab of meat on a fiery grill. In fact they sometimes get off on it in a weird kind of fetish way. Yet, that slab of meat is part of a creature that actually walked the earth — had a life. Then he was killed. And now he’s on open flame. Salt that shit up, throw some potatoes on the side. Chew. Swallow. Hours later, shit death.
Drive by roadkill. Gawk through bars and into cages. Make them do shit that maybe they don’t wanna do. Actually gut their insides. And move on with it, they’re just animals, cite the food chain. Then also do it to each other too.
That is some really fucked up sociopathic shit right there, bruvenor.
Above: Not sure where they’re taking you. Not sure where you’ve been. Not sure what’s going on behind that eye. But I feel you. Poor bastard.
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