Scatology

I just had one of the biggest shocks of my life. I'm going to be a daddy!!

Jay-Kay.

I was walking home from class on South Campus. It was very cold so I was walking at a brisk pace. The street that I take home is a pretty busy street, especially during rush-hour. I was listening to Emmylou Harris, and I happened to glance down at the street. Lying there, with blood everywhere and its neck broken, was a poor, little kitty-cat. I've seen dead cats before (well actually, dead cat; I was with Sylvia when she died, but that was peaceful and she appreciated me being there), but this really fucking shocked me. I looked away immediately, and started breathing really heavily. The image kept popping up in my mind. Why does my brain get so bothered by dead cats? If I saw a dead human (who hadn't died relatively peaceful or been made up for a wake, 'cause I have seen dead people in both those states before) who had their neck twisted and blood coming out and shit, would I react the same way? I want to imagine I wouldn't freeze up and try to help if I could, and if I couldn't, cover the body, but I don't know. I know I'm all into PE and there are lots of pictures and images of dead people on their albums and shit, but even that bothers me to a certain degree.

I was eating a chicken sandwich today, and started to think about veins for blood, and how I was eating meat that once had veins in it, and how the chicken was once alive, and I started getting really grossed out. If we eat meat (and wear leather, like I do), we should be able to look at an animal being slaughtered for our sustenance. I have a soft spot for cats (they are my favorite animal), but I've watched movies where animal killings happen, and it really bothers me. And I feel kind of guilty about this. If I was a vegetarian, I might have the right to turn away from animals being killed, but since I am not, I really have not such privilege.