Life and living

How strange it is, how little life can matter. I certainly haven't much to matter for my own life. Still, when trying to fend for the helpless, how often must people interfere with the most basic of impulses.


As an example, take a recent turn of events in my own life. A litter of kittens was recently found where I work, less than two weeks of age. In other words, completely helpless. They'd spent the day in the office where any number of people grabbed at them making them cry all day long. Instead of them being kept together for their own sakes, they wound up being divided. One of the managers, who is supposed to be a working manager, but actually doesn't work at all (if only their superiors cared that they pay him for nothing) grabbed some and already gave one to someone else while making comments about if they should die and not wanting to be burdened with them.


For myself, I saved and cared for a couple of them myself in the hopes they'd make it to find good homes. However, this same manager, while picking many fights with the employees lately even before this, started yet another fight regarding them. For it I was now ordered to get rid of the kittens. I suspect he'll continue to cause even more fights too if left unchecked.


Again, life matters nothing to so many, whatever form it takes. If they're not subservient drones they have no value in the grand scheme, and then as no more than a cog in the machine. Is it really any wonder why I despise living here as I do?