Изхвърлените домашни любимци не се рециклират/ Thrown away pets cannot be recycled
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| Това е нашият "въшкарник", дошъл от Street Hearts. Изхвърлен преди, рециклиран сега. :) / This is our "stinker", which came from Street Hearts. Thrown away in the past, recycled now. :) |
Защото някакви хора, от някъде си решават, че искат нещо (за тях разбира се то е просто нещо), взимат си нещото, след това вече то не им е интересно и го изхвърлят... Като опаковка, уж разделно (на различно място всеки път.) Но те не се рециклират. Защото НЕ СА опаковка.
Знаете ли, аз не ви мразя. Не ви мразя, защото не сте виновни, че сте счупени и непоправими механизми, които се въртят, само защото си мислят, че трябва. (Случаен факт: Не трябва. Чао!) Не ви мразя, защото някой ви е направил такива, не сте се родили счупени. Не ви мразя, въпреки че яда в мен прелива и снощи бях на ръба на скандал, но понеже по-умният отстъпва, реших аз да съм тази която ще направи нещо полезно за животните и да съм по-умната означава да осъзнавам, че не е нужен скандал, за да реша даден проблем. Въпреки че сега съжалявам и вярвам, че някои хора имат нужда от як крясък и тупаник. Но аз не съм като вас и съм благодарна за това.
И не е нужно някое биещо сърце да се влюби във вас и да бъде изоставено след това, за да пробвате смешните си механизми дали биха се раздвижили малко повече. Не е нужно да плаче след вас и да ви чака, за да намерите себе си. Вървете в Тибет, вървете скочете с бънджи, вървете се напушете... Не знам. Но не използвайте живи същества за вашата дневна или месечна доза "нещо-интересно-ми-се-случи-днес". Те не са месечната ви доза. Те не са опаковка за изхвърляне. Те са пълни с живинка, която подхранена може да ви даде всичко. А вие освен просто име и паница с храна, им подарявате пътя. И евентуално нечии гуми.
Защото е по-лесно да не правиш нищо и да повтаряш, че: "Първо трябва да си оправим хората, тогава ще мислим за животните", въпреки че вие не правите нищо за никого. Защото е по-лесно да повтаряш, че са заразни и опасни, въпреки че не те е страх да се наливаш с алкохол, да пушиш и хвърляш ужасно много пари за лотарийни билетчета, да караш несъобразително и с бясна скорост, застрашавайки живота на стотици хора. Защото е по-лесно да възпитаваш само и единствено собственото си дете, както ти си знаеш, от колкото да се опитваш да променяш света и това да е твоят пример за него и твоето възпитание. Защото е по-лесно и ти вече си "стар, уморен, аз когато съм живял и струвал, теб те е нямало." Да, окей. Но сега ме има. И виждам последствията от твоето "правене". Или неправене...
Но аз не съм такава. Приятелите ми също. Родителите ми също, слава богу. И вместо да се скарам с вас, аз се свързах с когото трябва (StreetHeartsBG♥), нахранихме животните и ги оставихме там със знанието, че на следващия ден ще бъдат прибрани. А вие си допихте бирата, допушихте цигарите и се прибрахте при тъжните си домакини, които не ви докоснаха. Защото восъчните фигури са гадни за докосване.
Дано нещо някой ден ви разтопи... Тогава ще си струва.
Спрете механизмите. Сърцето може да прескача понякога, но бие по-красиво и изпомпва повече смисъл. Пробвайте. От опит знам.
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For some people out there, there is a just a stinker full of lice and fleas, which when is not needed, it doesn't matter what happens with it. Just like that dog we found several nights ago. And the other one. And the box full of six kittens (that were seven in the beginning but someone went through one of them with their car...) near one pizzeria. I heard... horrendous things for those small creatures that same night. "I am going to drown them in the fountain"; "They are full of fleas, don't come near me with them!"; And they even threw ice cubes over them. To make them go away. (???!) That came from grown up men, mature, as you might presume before witnessing that scene. Grown up men, probably with families, but lonely (all over their bodies...) and mad at the world, because... I actually do not know why. And I don't give a damn. I am only scared by the fact that they are raising children. And I sincerely hope that those children will be nothing like their parents. Never ever. But while there is still hope for those children, for the animals it is deficit. Because random people, out of nowhere, decide that they want something (and of course, for them, animals are just a "thing"), they take the thing and after they have no interest in it anymore, they throw it away. Like a package, different spot every time. But they cannot be recycled. Because they are NOT A damn package. You know, I don't hate you. I don't hate you, because it is not your fault, that you are broken and irreparable mechanisms, which are going round and round, just because they think that they should. (Random fact: You shouldn't. Bye!) I don't hate you, because someone or something made you such. You were not born broken. I don't hate you, even though I am full with anger and last night I was on the edge of a massive scandal, but because "the smarter one steps back", I decided to be this One. The one who will do something useful for those creatures and to me smarter means to realize, that you don't need a scandal, to solve a certain problem. Even though I am a bit sorry right now and I believe that some people desperately need a shout in the face and a smack. With a chair. But I am not like you. And I am grateful for that. But there is no need for a beating heart to fall in love with you and then to be left behind, just for your childish desire of trying something new and just because you've been wondering at some point if this creature would move those mechanisms a little bit more. There is no need for it to cry after you and to wait, so you can find yourselves. Go to Tibet, jump with a bundgee, smoke pot... I don't know. But don't use living creatures for you daily or monthly dosage of "something-interesting-happened-to-me-today". They are not a monthly dose. They are not a package to throw away. They are filled with life, that being fed can give you all. Unlike you, who except for a name and a ball of food, gave them the road. And eventually someone's tires... Because it's quite easier to do nothing and to repeat that: "We first must take care of our people and then of the animals!", even though you do nothing for no one. Because it's easier that they are dangerous and infectious, even though you are not that afraid to drink, smoke, scratch tickets from the lottary, to drive your car like crazy, putting so many people in trouble. Because is so much easier to discipline only your child, the way you know best, without caring about anyone or anything around you, without trying to help the world even a bit to move forward. Because it is so much easier to be: "Old, tired, when I was living and doing, you weren't even born!!!" Yeah, okay, fine. But I am here now. And I am seeing the consequences of your "doing". Or not-doing... But I am not such a person. My friends also. And also my parents, thank god. And instead of an argument with you, I decided to connect the right people. (StreetHeartsBG♥) We fed those animals and left them, with the knowledge that they will be taken on the other day. And you drank your beer, smoked the last cigarette and went home, to your lonely wives, who didn't touch you. Because wax figures are nasty for touching.
I hope someone or something melts you one day... It will be worth it, trust me. Stop those damn mechanisms. Hearts might skip a beat sometimes, but also beat so beautiful and pumps more sense. Try it. I know from experience.
For some people out there, there is a just a stinker full of lice and fleas, which when is not needed, it doesn't matter what happens with it. Just like that dog we found several nights ago. And the other one. And the box full of six kittens (that were seven in the beginning but someone went through one of them with their car...) near one pizzeria. I heard... horrendous things for those small creatures that same night. "I am going to drown them in the fountain"; "They are full of fleas, don't come near me with them!"; And they even threw ice cubes over them. To make them go away. (???!) That came from grown up men, mature, as you might presume before witnessing that scene. Grown up men, probably with families, but lonely (all over their bodies...) and mad at the world, because... I actually do not know why. And I don't give a damn. I am only scared by the fact that they are raising children. And I sincerely hope that those children will be nothing like their parents. Never ever. But while there is still hope for those children, for the animals it is deficit. Because random people, out of nowhere, decide that they want something (and of course, for them, animals are just a "thing"), they take the thing and after they have no interest in it anymore, they throw it away. Like a package, different spot every time. But they cannot be recycled. Because they are NOT A damn package. You know, I don't hate you. I don't hate you, because it is not your fault, that you are broken and irreparable mechanisms, which are going round and round, just because they think that they should. (Random fact: You shouldn't. Bye!) I don't hate you, because someone or something made you such. You were not born broken. I don't hate you, even though I am full with anger and last night I was on the edge of a massive scandal, but because "the smarter one steps back", I decided to be this One. The one who will do something useful for those creatures and to me smarter means to realize, that you don't need a scandal, to solve a certain problem. Even though I am a bit sorry right now and I believe that some people desperately need a shout in the face and a smack. With a chair. But I am not like you. And I am grateful for that. But there is no need for a beating heart to fall in love with you and then to be left behind, just for your childish desire of trying something new and just because you've been wondering at some point if this creature would move those mechanisms a little bit more. There is no need for it to cry after you and to wait, so you can find yourselves. Go to Tibet, jump with a bundgee, smoke pot... I don't know. But don't use living creatures for you daily or monthly dosage of "something-interesting-happened-to-me-today". They are not a monthly dose. They are not a package to throw away. They are filled with life, that being fed can give you all. Unlike you, who except for a name and a ball of food, gave them the road. And eventually someone's tires... Because it's quite easier to do nothing and to repeat that: "We first must take care of our people and then of the animals!", even though you do nothing for no one. Because it's easier that they are dangerous and infectious, even though you are not that afraid to drink, smoke, scratch tickets from the lottary, to drive your car like crazy, putting so many people in trouble. Because is so much easier to discipline only your child, the way you know best, without caring about anyone or anything around you, without trying to help the world even a bit to move forward. Because it is so much easier to be: "Old, tired, when I was living and doing, you weren't even born!!!" Yeah, okay, fine. But I am here now. And I am seeing the consequences of your "doing". Or not-doing... But I am not such a person. My friends also. And also my parents, thank god. And instead of an argument with you, I decided to connect the right people. (StreetHeartsBG♥) We fed those animals and left them, with the knowledge that they will be taken on the other day. And you drank your beer, smoked the last cigarette and went home, to your lonely wives, who didn't touch you. Because wax figures are nasty for touching.
I hope someone or something melts you one day... It will be worth it, trust me. Stop those damn mechanisms. Hearts might skip a beat sometimes, but also beat so beautiful and pumps more sense. Try it. I know from experience.
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