Sunday, January 28, 2007
[Some Food for Thought.]
[Some Food for Thought.]
I'm freaked today.
I went to the wet market with my parents and my gran.
And I saw the frog seller skinning a frog alive and breathing, cut it down the middle and strip it of its innards.
And he picked up the second one which was struggling like mad, and he gave its head one violent whack against the cage and proceeded to skin it.
And suddenly the wet market becomes an animal graveyard.
I guess we don't feel guilty eating them because we're not the ones doing the nasty job of literally killing them, but we're still the cause of their death 'cause we're the ones after their meat. Seeing the whole process happening before you can really hit you.
And then today at speech and drama class we were shown this picture of a group of prisoners who have been sentenced to death lining up.
I wondered if the frogs in those cages felt like the prisoners waiting for their death as they saw their friend being so brutally killed.
I'm feeling really confused 'cause there's a lot of food that I really love, and they're animal products like sashimi and kuey chap and sirloin steak... but then I think of the pain the animals and the slaughterers go through. (I don't suppose they actually enjoy being the animals' Grim Reaper) And I can't imagine going without milk and dairy. My favourite biscuits and chocolate and ice-cream have milk. And eggs. I don't like fried egg. But I can't avoid those stuff with traces of egg in them.
So what should I do?
Fight the temptations, or fight the memory?
[fangying] [7:20 PM]
