In AP Bio, we dissected a uterus.
This was inside.
It was the miracle of life and of death.
Well, mostly death because it was already dead. This made me extremely guilty and sad, but at the same time, how many people can say that they saw a fetal calf like that? It was an experience I’ll never forget. It was absolutely beautiful and even more proud to be a vegetarian.
I hate people who lie to themselves. I used to lie to myself. I hate my past self. I’m saying this with complete honesty to myself.
(This is sounding pretty druggie, I know, but bear with me.)
I know this guy who lies to himself all the time. He says that he is completely independent. He doesn’t need anyone and doesn’t care if he loses them. He’s a liar. Not only to me, but to himself. He wrote me off. He wants nothing to do with me. I don’t give a fuck. Okay, I lied a little right there. I’m beginning to not care, but I, truthfully, did and still do a little.
Listen/read, everybody, please stop lying to yourself. You know you do it. You have to stop. Just think, if you lie to yourself, you lie to others and you don’t want to do that, do you? People like honesty, so just start with yourself and then build from there. It’s, seriously, the best feeling when you know that you’re no longer in denial or that you no longer care about the rest of the world caring about you.
Just think about it.
