i have been really rethinking my life lately. if i ever begin to waver from my new science related career thoughts, i just think about this Lucky: how s/he proly didnt know it really existed, or didnt focus on it too much until the end when it was startlingly too late. i dont want to be that kitten. this article to me was more than about animal abuse. it was how we are all a sort of kitten grilled by humanity. cheesily said, but true. all these angry responses over the article, and thousands not even bothering to pull themselves to a screen or read the paper. ignorant people who do these things, dont care about these things. these people burn us as they would an animal. what im trying to say is that the more i see of 9/11 bombings, and grilled kittens, and people who exploit, and enron, and old men in suits who talk abotu the weather on the train, and arsenic in the waters of bangledesh that noone bothered to tell the people was there...all these little things congeal into a wall around me. i want to hide away and study, play with my camera, write a lot, try and figure out where i fit into all this, and crack up the puzzle around me. this makes no sense at all, and a grilled feline is an animal abuse case and nothing else. or it should be in my head.
all my situations stacking up, and i definately dont want to go to the party down the hall to welcome the new neighbors who have been blocking my hallway for the past month oh lord, dont let me turn into my father. i applyed to wolunteer with the ASPCA today. Filled out the form and mailed it in. I guess I will hear back in a few weeks if I am volunteer material or not.