You know what I find fascinating sometimes?
Chickens.
Has anyone ever wondered how eggs come out of those tiny lil chickens? They’re about the size of their heads! And not only do they usually pop them out every day, we’re talking bout a few each time! Amazing..
I am highly strung these days. My patience is wearing thin and it does not take much to annoy the shit outta me. I am doing all that I can to occupy my mind so that it does not wander and visions of strangling certain people does not play in front of me as often. It is hard work.
So, I am trying to think about happy thoughts. Or, I suppose, in this case, random thoughts.
Now who thinks that the chicken came before the egg? Who here believes in evolution? I do. I like to know how things work. I find comfort in explanations. Of course, sometimes, logic doesn’t quite jump out at me when it’s late at night and I swore I saw a shadow move somewhere when I know nobody else is around.
Anyhow, I bet the egg came before the chicken. My theory is, the chicken used to be something else…and because of evolution, something gradually happened in the egg that made that animal evolve into poultry.
These days, there are heaps of shows on organic food and how it’s healthy for you and that chickens kept at organic farms lead a much happier life before being sent to the abattoir (or are chickens too small to be sent to abattoirs? Back home, they just keep them in coops til you are ready to choose the one you want. Then they take it out, break the neck and slit the throat within seconds. All you hear is a squawk and the chicken’s dead - probably never even saw it coming).
The older I become, the more conscious I am of death. The worst thing is, not just my own. I am concerned bout death of family (which is normal), beloved friends, acquaintances, and for some reason, especially animals. I am becoming increasingly bothered by animals killed not just in the wild for other animals’ survival (I never can bring myself to watch National Geographic) but by humans because of their greedy need of a tusk or genitalia, and worse of all, animals that die because their natural habitat has been endangered.
The more I watch these shows (which btw, are not documentaries but cooking shows), the more I seem inclined to buy organic meat. After going through the death of my first pet at the age of 13, each one that followed (not that I killed alot of them or anything - hamsters just have a very short life span!) were always comforted by the thought that they had a great life while it lasted. I seem to be living by that alot these days, especially when I am standing at the meat aisle deciding which pack is going into my chicken soup.
The only slight problem is the fact that organic meat tend to be about $2/kg more. But I think that’s a small price to pay for a chicken’s happiness for 3 weeks while it lived to be plumped up. I can almost see it running around in the open farm under the warm sun while playing around with its equally doomed friends.
Life’s a bitch sometimes.
