On the grim subject
So here's the low down, RL is being WEIRD AS HELL AND I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT.
On the stranger subject, but more important in a way to me. I may not be as comfortable with death as I imagine one with a Forensic Science major should be.
Case and point: About a year ago, maybe two, we were driving the car way ahead of us hit a squirrel running across the road, the creature made it to the other side of the road, and I who was watching thought maybe the car had missed it, but the little thing only made it as far as the other curb before it lay down and died.
That was the first time I watched something die. Now that was a long time ago before I started to break down death as a biological process that could be studied. But just now there was this growling and pathetic squeaking outside and instantly I rushed out (because my moron of a cat slipped outside again, kitty puberty has been hard on him and he really wants to get laid.) I thought it might have been him because when he gets out he always gets hurt. The sound came from behind a fence and before I could go see it hit me that I could find some animal being mauled by another, that there would be nothing I could do. I could find it dying. (and that it might be my brother's annoying cat.) Just thinking about seeing something pass like that made me freeze... Good thing I'm not studying to be a doctor.
In the end, whatever it was it was high up in a tree, and even now it tears at me that I couldn't do anything. I like ALL of the neighborhood squirrels and wish nothing bad would happen to them ; ;
On the stranger subject, but more important in a way to me. I may not be as comfortable with death as I imagine one with a Forensic Science major should be.
Case and point: About a year ago, maybe two, we were driving the car way ahead of us hit a squirrel running across the road, the creature made it to the other side of the road, and I who was watching thought maybe the car had missed it, but the little thing only made it as far as the other curb before it lay down and died.
That was the first time I watched something die. Now that was a long time ago before I started to break down death as a biological process that could be studied. But just now there was this growling and pathetic squeaking outside and instantly I rushed out (because my moron of a cat slipped outside again, kitty puberty has been hard on him and he really wants to get laid.) I thought it might have been him because when he gets out he always gets hurt. The sound came from behind a fence and before I could go see it hit me that I could find some animal being mauled by another, that there would be nothing I could do. I could find it dying. (and that it might be my brother's annoying cat.) Just thinking about seeing something pass like that made me freeze... Good thing I'm not studying to be a doctor.
In the end, whatever it was it was high up in a tree, and even now it tears at me that I couldn't do anything. I like ALL of the neighborhood squirrels and wish nothing bad would happen to them ; ;