I made a tactical error in my life yesterday.
I try to keep my inner cynic and depressive at bay, but yesterday i failed to protect myself from outside influenes.
First we went to see the movie Pan's Labyrinth. I knew it was going to be wrenching and sad so i set up an emotional wall. A porous wall, but solid enough to protect me from the worst of the emotional impact. So i was able to watch the movie, and my wall held up fairly well.
Last night the Mister and i watched Jarhead because we've had it for a few months from Netflix and it was time to watch it or send it back. I was okay up until the part where a frightened horse appeared in the desert covered with oil that was raining down from the burning oil fields.
I just can't bear it when animals are hurt or frightened by our wars
This morning. Em and i are at our cat cage cleaning gig at the cat adoption center. There was a twelve year old cat in one of the cages. Her owners had surrendered her because (and i quote) "she's not as playful anymore." She's twelve years old people! Of course she's not as playful .
What kind of people are we? Who could do a think like that? A healthy cat that they've had for 12 years and they just dump her off.
That's when i lost it and started crying. Em cried too when she read it. Here we are, the two of us locked into a small room with ten open cat cages and cats weaving around our legs, sobbing and clinging together.
I hate people right now, i really do.
(These are both excellent movies people. Don't let my comments prevent you from seeing either of them.)