I just ate a chicken wing. It was delicious. This chicken wing was from John’s
Restaurant known for their awesome, mouthwatering Southern Cuisine. All I
had was a chicken wing brought home to me. I have another one in the bag
that I will eat a little later. I wont put it in the refrigerator because when you
heat up fried chicken in the microwave, it really loses some of that,,,thing, that
makes eating it such an enjoyable experience. So I am going to have to eat it
before bed.
And now I am sitting here wondering about chickens. You see, there was a
time when I could not eat chicken off of the bone. Doing so grossed me out,
because on the bone, it looked like it used to be an animal. I'm not against
eating animals, but inside my head, all I do is think about how I am chewing on
something that used to be alive. I am chewing on a dead chicken’s wing, or
breast, or back. Yuck. When I imagine something chewing on my dead body,
I can't seem to appreciate the laws of the food chain and that it is indeed
natural. Instead it makes me feel bad. Like there are other foods I can eat
instead of some used to be alive animal’s dead body.
But through the years, I got over it, thus, today, me sitting in my living room
eating a dead chicken’s wing, and loving it.
Still, I started wondering about that one chicken I was eating and other
animals. In particular, I wonder about the mental state of other animals.
Look at humans. Some humans are sociopaths. Some humans have ADD.
Some humans are retarded. Some humans have bipolar disorders. Others
have schizophrenia. I have,,,well, never you mind that. So, if humans have all
these disorders, why wouldn't’ other animals? I know some mental diseases
are caused just by being human, like dissociative disorder (split personalities)
and borderline personality disorder. But some mental illness are strictly
chemical, like some depression, and some dementia. So, did my chicken now
about to be digested in my intestine have a mental illness? Was my chicken
retarded? Was my chicken antisocial and plucked other chickens for no
apparent reason? Was my chicken depressed? Did it want to be a dove
instead and hated its life as a measly old chicken?
Do chickens or penguins have PMS? Did that cow I ate last week have post
traumatic stress disorder because maybe the love of her life got shipped to
Canada and died tragically of Mad Cow disease?
Is the little fighting fish swimming around in that little fishbowl suffering from
paranoia, always feeling like someone is watching it?
I don’t know, I think I may lay off of the dead animal diet for a while, I think I
am developing some sort of mental disease through digestion.
Tonight, lettuce and olive oil salad. Hey wait, that spinach used to be alive too,
do plants feel?.........