Compassionate Cockroach

Compassion – the humane quality of understanding the suffering of others and wanting to do something about it.

Compassion in my life, can be disastrous. I’m not saying its a tremendously bad thing. But when one begins to feel heartache-like-sympathy for that ghastly, dirty fly that was buzzing the shit out of ya 4 seconds ago, then something must be up.

Even when i come across some dodgy looking insect in agony, or one thats missioning around with half a body – gooing out from what once resembled its ass…I will end its suffering quickly. I feel its the right thing to do. I actually feel their pain, strangely enough.

I wonder if Buddhists have problems with this? ie If their temple somehow becomes infested by an unusually large breed of cockroach… Do you think they will be as loving and caring as in their nature? Or will they viscously take care of the situation before it gets worse, feeling no remorse what so ever?

As no matter what.. I have pity. Be it a fly, an ant, a dog, a cat…even a cow. A cow! I have been told that cows have personality’s? A Person. Ality. Are you fucking with me? You are, arent ya?

But there is just one exceptional situation from the pity I feel throughout. If, you happen to be ALL of the following:

• A cockroach or something that resembles a cockroach.
• You have decided to nest in my kitchen.
• You have chosen to lay your disgusting eggs in the base of my kettle.
• You walk all over my counter like you some mini fucking model.

…THEN YOU ARE DEAD. Did you hear me? Dead! DEAD DEAD DEAD.

I dont care if your blood will save the planet, your mother was my cousins daughters uncles pet or if your limbs are in tact. I will chop off your head, mummy-fy the fuck outa of ya, and flush your ass so fast down the toilet, your evolution will backtrack.

Cockroach infestations make me furious.

I apologise.