I Fatally Wounded a Bug: Random Story

Very touchingly written, I can relate to you not wanting your parents to have power over a small injured creature.
 
you are an odd boy husky

you see and feel so much

i love how you see parts of your current life as a way to help mend your past

The big and the ever so small. All have an equal affect

Keep on being you. You are a wonderful person.

In no time, all will be one, and as the wounded bug was able to free

So will you

complete and whole

as you were meant to be
 
I'm sorry you felt so bad about it. But I probably would have too. I don't get how people can just kill things. Even ants. I always try to rescue things. I can't eat meat because it was something that was alive. I feel kind of embarrassed about it. No one else seems to care. I'm supposed to be a man and eat steak and stuff.

Did you know that all ants are female? I'm not sure how they reproduce. I know they have graveyards and nurseries in their colonies, so maybe they have somewhere for their injured ones? Maybe some others came and collected it?

I did a really bad thing. I put a frog through the washing machine. By accident of course. I have no idea how it even got in there. I'd had a pair of boots outside then I threw them in the machine, so maybe it was inside them. Or maybe my cats had already killed it and dropped it in my pile of laundry. But anyway, I felt so terrible that if it had been alive it would have suffered a horrible death. Still feel bad about it.
 
CH,
The subtext of your story here is powerful, an excellent allegory if ever you choose to publish or speak publicly about male survivors.
 
That was great husky... Btw i miss seeing you in chat..!
 
You know the oddest thing just happened. Not a day after reading your post. I'm sitting in bed with my laptop browsing music on youtube. And a flying ant landed on my arm. I shook it of as a first reaction then thought of your story and decided to get it in my hand so i could throw it out of the window... There was also a ladybug sitting on the window wich i hope atleast I rescued too.
Just felt like sharing! :)
 
Husky:

Thanks for your tale of the bug.

It reminds me a little of Kafka's story of a bug, but with a lot more compassion and mercy of the human kind.

FB
 
Great story.. in many ways! Let me response from my personal experiences..

To me, i try to safe bugs from getting trapped inside my house. There is this protective part in me, which tries to gently and safely escort flies from the window to the back yard, moving ants out of the way and getting other bugs from the pc screen or wherever i may find them. I only never really thought about the reason why. cause rationally i know that the ant i safe today, could die tomorrow.

And yet, in it is something which feels natural to me. Or perhaps the word safe is better. I don't want to kill the insects, i want them to be able to live and not die by my hand. Long ago did i slap the last fly.

Reading this story makes me ponder all the reasons why. And feeling the emotions and sensations hint in the direction i read about yesterday. That the heart has to be open and naked, that every step of any insect touching it makes it sad and joyful. Cause thats how i feel when i think about it. And thats what lies inside. Perhaps i'm just too afraid to admit that the feelings of respect and compassion i guide towards the insects are likewise meant for me. Untill i realize that there is no difference for whom i do it, that its natural to be caring and giving.

In short, thanks, it helps me trust the goodness inside all of us. It helps me to see that i am human, really human. Not a good or a bad human, no.. this time i'm just a human
 
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