Which Historical Lunatic Are You?
From the fecund loins of Rum and Monkey.

The Line in the Sand.

Yesterday I went to a temp job that I realised compromised my beliefs. I told the temp agency that I couldn't do the job any more. I feel guilty for letting them and the company down. But I couldn't do the job and look myself in the eye. The karma is terrible and I couldn't be a part of it.

Yes, I could have a temp job right now and be earning money, but the price was too high. I had to draw a line in the sand somewhere and I chose not to get paid money from the death of animals. People eat meat yes, there is a whole industry but I can't be a part of that.

Perhaps I have found that courage I felt I was so lacking in the past. Perhaps I am being melodramatic. Perhaps my ethics should be applauded, perhaps I needlessly made a stand. I'm still not sure.

The next time you see me, please give me a hug.

Fragile.