Ignorance isn’t bliss

It was dark as I stepped outside. It’s going to be a good night, I tell myself.

As I handle my bag and futsal shoes with my left hand, my right hand gently closes the kitchen door behind me. I reaffirm my grip as I slowly walk down the stairs. My mind begins to think of the creative celebrations I’d do for every goal I score when suddenly the bloody stupid kitten runs underneath my foot just as my foot reaches the ground from the last step.

Thinking I managed to avoid putting all my weight on this stupid creature I turn to see it laying on the ground and twisting itself in the most peculiar way so I turn the light on and watch it cough blood. First reaction? The human instinct. I shouted at the bloody idiot for not thinking when running. What animal in it’s right mind would ever think of running under a foot of another animal hundred times its size? It’s like some moron going, “Oh look! A brontosourus! I think I’ll run under it’s foot.” So idiotic!

Naturally, I brought it to my dad to watch over it while I went to futsal. Guilt covered me the entire night although I am curious to whether that stupid shit is still alive because I haven’t brought myself to ask about that asswipe. Maybe when I go home in a bit. It didn’t help that as I left my house, I was ushered with the kindest words that a mother could ever speak. My mom, my mother said to me as I closed the door behind me once more, “You’re a murderer.”

So nice…