Confession #29 (This counts as Story #2 too because I said so.)
I havn't willingly ate meat in 4 years as of today
So like I was 13 when I gave it up
I remember it clearly
I was staying the night at a friend's house
They lived on a farm.
His dad comes into the house and says
'Hey. Wanna see something cool?'
So I follow him because of course I want to see something cool
He cuts a chicken's head off
Right there infront of me
And I just stood there and watched
As it flopped around,
Not wanting to give life up just yet
I remember running to the bathroom
And I cried for that chicken
Now everytime I see someone eating meat
All I can think about is that chicken's struggle.
The last time I was forced to eat meat was a few days ago
It was weird
Because like they held me down and said
'It tastes good, you'll learn to love it again'
Once again I thought of the chicken
And they're just watching as I'm sitting there like crying
I was tempted to like cut a part of my toe or something off
As a way to apologize.
Upon realizing I could never feel the pain that the animal felt as it was dying
Without dying myself
I just decided to punch a few walls,
Break some knuckles
And call it good.
Don't get me wrong,
I have nothing against meat eaters
I understand it's the normal thing to eat and all
I wont offend you for what you eat
As long as you don't offend me.