I'm a Murderer

I'm not terribly religious. I obviously love animals but I'm not some hot-headed super involved animal activist. I'm not a vegetarian. I'm not a humanitarian. If I ever told you that I'm one of these, I'd be a phony. However, I'm against killing animals & insects (not including humans) for easily explainable reasons. Insects- because I'm scared of dead ones. Live ones, I love everything but roaches *screams and runs around*, but I cannot stomach anything that's dead. Apart from this totally acceptable reason, I remember an episode where I had found a stick insect that was dying on my veranda. As I have always loved stickies (especially when I was young), I was devastated and looked after it for 2 days straight and had minimal sleep. These days, I barely have enough capacity to do that even for exams. As insect enthusiasts would know, the sticky was bound for death and there would have been little that I could have done. I think I'm slightly veering off the topic here but the story contributes to why I don't like insects...dead. With animals, I'd just really prefer them alive because they're generally cuter that way. I eat chicken, beef, pork and everything that is okay looking + edible, and no I don't feel bad when I eat them. They were bred for the purpose of food and protein is more than a recommended diet for humans. We are pretty high up in the food chain of most places if you haven't noticed. For anti-dog eaters this brings a whole new issue of "animals bred to eat" but we won't go into that because I am against dog eating, and on the basis of logical argument I'd be quickly labeled a hypocrite, which I am... but that's not very nice thank you. So yuh, I'm a pretty nice person. Anyway the event that triggered this post was minute but still worth mentioning. On my way out from purchasing fuzzies, I tried hard not to run over something that was on the road. It was, as you guessed, a piece of cardboard. It was really hard to veer away from its path and I kept wondering if the cardboard was okay. It was all kinda strange. I've always felt this way about, well things. Keeping in mind that I just went to the pet store to buy mice to feed my snakes, yet I am worried about a piece of cardboard. Somehow though it occurs to me that I may feel a bit differently than other people, I've become used to myself. Anyone out there that feels the same, or sees the world from a different perspective? :)