We humans, we are monstrous.
We kill spiders, moths, ants, and other minibeasts without remorse.
We shoot birds for sport. (And boars and bears and tigers and elephants and other animals, too.)
We raise chickens only so we can twist their necks and roast them and devour them. (To say nothing of cattle, sheep, and pigs.)
We pluck roses and tulips and other flowers just so we can smell them for a second and then we forsake them in a vase, leaving them to wither.
We overeat and throw food we don’t like away, while in Africa children starve. We don’t care about their cemeteries of ribs.
We sit in the comfort of our homes reading books and blogs and writing fiction instead of becoming volunteers and helping to solve problems out there on the streets.
We consume huge amounts of natural resources and then pollute streams and rivers and fill wide areas with our trash.
We throw plastics into the sea. (Birds die because of this, to say nothing of the fish.)
We pick and choose the most beautiful animals from the world and lock them into cages only so that our children can laugh and roar and stare and cry, ‘Look, daddy, look! It’s a zebra! It has stripes!’ (‘Mommy, mommy, why is the zebra so sad?’)
We use atomic bombs to make peace.
We cut trees to print Fifty Shades of Grey.
We speak insolently to our mothers, we disrespect our fathers, we slap our children, we cheat our partners.
We choose lovers based on appearances alone and then when they dump us we bemoan our tragic fate and call ourselves unfortunate and hopeless while there are people in the world who have real problems. Like cancer.
We do the dirty deed of darkness almost every night and then use copious amounts of shower water to wash our filthy bodies. In Africa more than 2,500 children are dying each day of thirst.
We socialize on Facebook, Twitter, Google+ and other social networks with people who live continents away, and yet when we meet a homeless person on the street we don’t even say hello. We look the other way.
We humans do monstrous things every day.
We are monstrous the way were are.
We don’t need to purchase witch/mummy/vampire costumes.
Let’s donate the money to charity instead.
Dear reader, aren’t you monstrous too, at least a little?
PS: The author of this post is a person of a cheerful, hopeful disposition. He is not angry with the world, for, being himself a tiny part of it, admits he is guilty of most of the above. During the writing of this post he tried hard to weep or at least to feel sad, but, alas, he failed.