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Rated TV-MA for Graphic Language. Graphic Violence. Violence. Adult Language. Adult Content.
Reading Discretion is Strongly Advised by Audiences that cannot handle violence, reality, or adult language.
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What I’m about to type is all original. I had already typed it, to someone. If they want to be known, they will post a comment with their name, allowing me to release that information….
However, I inadvertently answered a number of questions which people have though about me, as a person in general. I’d like to share this with you. I’m not going to make a post for a few days so you can all absorb it, and maybe appreciate it.
On with, the unfortunate program.
How can someone like you not take the pressure? I know you’ve put up with your fair share of resistance, and personally, truly, I am not making things up, you have an incredibly strong personality.
I don’t know what to say, really. I’ve never appreciated any conversation more than the ones I had with you. In A+/N+, though we fought and I acted like I didn’t agree with you on anything, I was amazed that someone as awesome and cool as you would talk to me.
Through all of this, my views have not taken any negative shift, once I saw the whole story. I realize this must be incredibly difficult, and, well, I’ve never had any friends, so here’s a story.
Chickens make great pets. For animals, though, they make great play toys, and meals.
If all my chickens that had not died from natural causes were still here, I would have over 40. I have 3 hens, and 3 roosters.
I’ve dealt with death since 5th grade. My chickens were my friends. One of my favorite chickens was, inevitably, the one that I got to see killed, because of me. I had cut her wings–not a violent act, but a common one. You trim each wing halfway so that they can’t fly out. Unfortunately, I hadn’t covered all the holes, so she simply went through a crack in the gate, went into the alley…
It was 7:15 or so in the morning–a school day. My mom had asked me to cover the gap in the gate, but I didn’t listen. Minutes later I saw dogs running around in our alley, at least 5 of them. This was an _incredibly_ common sight for years after this first incident. She was the only chicken that had actually made an attempt to fly over the gate to safety, but she couldn’t. No. I couldn’t make it out there because it was locked, I was fat, and couldn’t make it over. I had tried, but I was terrified. She was grabbed and dragged, where we found her down the alley, at least 5 houses.
I had felt worse because, I had gotten angry at her once, and to teach her a lesson (her name was Shadow–totally black chicken) I put her in a pet taxi with one of the older hens. When I came home, the top of her head was bleeding, she had no feathers on it. She was pecked, miserably. It took months for it to heal. Fucking stupid is what it was. If I still think about it, like I am now, I get terribly sad.
I remember another chicken we had; It had been injured, dragged, nearly dead, probably lost a lot of blood. We had looked, but not well enough. Then, the next morning, we saw her–she made her way back, a different chicken, severely injured with skin torn. We thought it’d be OK if we left her outside while we went to school, in a cage. HORRIBLE Decision. There were flies all around her, yet she was still alive. I can’t tell you how horribly painful this is to type, but I’ll continue. We brought her inside, me and my mother said we loved her, and seconds later (literally, I don’t exaggerate) she passed on.
Like I say, death is a horrid thing. I SERIOUSLY understand what you’re going through, except many times over. I cared for each of my pets like a human being. A lot of people make fun of me. Ha ha, you love the animals that are slaughtered and treated horribly in deplorable conditions, whether to be eaten or to be injected with hormones so that they can produce gigantically sized eggs. Yeah, people with dogs are normal. They don’t care. I care dammit. I care and cared about my pets, and I care about you, and I don’t want to see either of them go.
However, I cannot choose what others do.
I have had a horrid history with relationships. I remember one in particular, when I was 7. We thought we’d be together indefinitely. Everyone at the playground made fun of us, but we didn’t care. Her name was April. Well, she moved away one day, didn’t leave a trace. I was miserable but I couldn’t tell anyone. At least you have the advantage to express yourself. I have very little memory. Then in 5th grade, I was horribly in love with this girl a grade above me. Turned out she was just messing with me. Felt horrid again. After that, I was rejected left and right by everyone. No one liked me.
It seems like you may not want to read anymore. It says you’re typing… I’ll continue.
I don’t really know what the point of this was. I covered the death part, but I don’t know.
OK Now I know you don’t want to read it. I’ll close now. I’ll always think about you, never negatively.
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