Sometime before entering 2007, I decided that I would stop killing ants. I had this ideal vision of me and the ants living in peace and harmony. I was happy with this new agreement I had with myself. By March, I realized it was getting harder and harder to not kill the ants that came across my way. See, the thing with ants is that they are really really small. The second thing is it is SO easy to get them out of sight and out of my way (that’s another way of saying it is so easy to kill them). You are wiping the dining table clean with a cloth and you see some ants strolling across the table, and you just wipe the ant away, probably crushing him to bits in the process. It is always tempting to just do that. Why does it bother me so much to see an ant taking a stroll on my dinner table? Why can’t I just leave him alone? Recently I figure out that it is not that the sight bother me so much that I had to ‘wipe him away’. I kill ants because I CAN. That’s sick, I know. Right now I’m just trying hard not to.
It seems that people sometimes do things simply because they can. Including things that they dont really want to do and things they dont really mean to do. Like if you allow people to have certain weapons, which allow them to kill so efficiently and so easily in ways they never could without such weapons, one day they might think, why not.
