Yeah… a while ago, maybe a week… my mom noted to me that I was compassionate. Now, out of all the words I’ve ever used to describe myself, that one never came to mind. Whether it is true, I am uncertain. I guess it could be, though… I mean, just a while ago I had a considerable ethics debate about killing a roach.
I killed it… I was going to take a shower and by mere reflex/instinct/habit i killed it… but all through the shower and after I wondered if it was the right thing to do. I took a life… Sure it was the life of a bug that carries disease and trespassed into the house I live in… yeah, though. I’m basically that sort of person: I feel guilty killing roaches.
Hm… if I remember, I’ll have to ask why my mom thinks I’m compassionate…