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It has been three days since my roommate acquired two chickens, free on craigslist.
It has been two days since my roommate slaughtered them in the backyard.
I have mixed feelings about this incident. Here I am, an infrequent meat-eater (mostly due to my budget), questioning the parameters of a lifetime of consumption. On one hand, if you are to eat meat, you must understand the process by which an animal becomes food and accept it.
On the other, in this day and age, who in their right mind can find slaughtering a couple chickens on a lazy Sunday morning appealing? The revulsion! That morning, I remained in bed trying to sleep through the dying, gurgling clucks of the hens that, only the night before, had been frolicking around yard. Maybe I should cut out the little meat that remains in my diet and go veggo. I have obviously been disturbed Miss Roommate's actions.
Basically, I think I like my meat processed and handled by professionals, not bleeding to death in my backyard.
In other news, Johan is moving his whole life, and immediate future, some 13 hundred miles to be with me; his first step after graduating. Does this constitute a successful long-distance relationship? Have we done the impossible?! Perhaps, but with plenty of mishaps along the way. As excited as I am, I can't place it. Am I glad to have a familiar face to explore a Eugene summer with? Or, am I actually excited to feel like one-half of a couple again. More likely the first. Our relationship has frostbite, and it can either be gradually warmed up with the hopes of little nerve damage, or may need to be amputated. This is a high-pressure situation, and the biggest step I've ever taken in a relationship. I don't know that its the best idea, even though, presently, I'm very happy with the idea.
It has been two days since my roommate slaughtered them in the backyard.
I have mixed feelings about this incident. Here I am, an infrequent meat-eater (mostly due to my budget), questioning the parameters of a lifetime of consumption. On one hand, if you are to eat meat, you must understand the process by which an animal becomes food and accept it.
On the other, in this day and age, who in their right mind can find slaughtering a couple chickens on a lazy Sunday morning appealing? The revulsion! That morning, I remained in bed trying to sleep through the dying, gurgling clucks of the hens that, only the night before, had been frolicking around yard. Maybe I should cut out the little meat that remains in my diet and go veggo. I have obviously been disturbed Miss Roommate's actions.
Basically, I think I like my meat processed and handled by professionals, not bleeding to death in my backyard.
In other news, Johan is moving his whole life, and immediate future, some 13 hundred miles to be with me; his first step after graduating. Does this constitute a successful long-distance relationship? Have we done the impossible?! Perhaps, but with plenty of mishaps along the way. As excited as I am, I can't place it. Am I glad to have a familiar face to explore a Eugene summer with? Or, am I actually excited to feel like one-half of a couple again. More likely the first. Our relationship has frostbite, and it can either be gradually warmed up with the hopes of little nerve damage, or may need to be amputated. This is a high-pressure situation, and the biggest step I've ever taken in a relationship. I don't know that its the best idea, even though, presently, I'm very happy with the idea.