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I sat in the bathtub and I saw it. It was looking around trying to find something. Without even thinking about it I smashed it with my index finger. I didn't even think. And somehow with that little movement, which would mean nothing to some people, met everything to me. I don't know why I thought so hard about it, but I did. My first thought was, "Why did I just do that?" I killed an ant. Most people do it and don't even give it a second thought, but I sat there in my bathtub and thought long and hard. I killed and thought nothing of it. This ant could have been loved. It most likely wasn't because I don't think an ant has much of a brain at all, but he still could have. I took an innocent ant away from his ant family. But once again that is crazy because, like I said before, I don't think ants have a brain. The ant didn't hurt me, it didn't have what I wanted, and didn't really do anything but look around from inside my bathroom. I killed and no one would have thought twice, but I did. So does that make me a bad person? Does that mean that, because I killed an innocent life, I'm going to hell? I don't think it does but it very well might mean so much more than what people think. But I guess that's just the way the world is. Maybe thing aren't just how they seem, but in some cases you see what's there and you're still disappointed. Why is that when you finally see what you want and it's not good enough? Does that make everyone a bad person? Does that make what I did any less bad then if everyone else is a bad person to? Of course people go around and kill ants all the time. Little boys go off and throw thinks and watch the ants scatter. They laugh and find other things to kill. The ants don't think it's funny though. They think it a just cruel and want revenge. Could this be the reason why ants bite? Maybe that's the reason why anyone bits. Just for revenge so they don't hurt their ego. This could be true, but what about the people who have never done anything bad and they still get hurt? Does this make them just like an ant? Unsuspected hurt that you couldn't have controlled even if you wanted to? Does all of this mean that people are like ants in some strange way that no one ever things about but me? Well all of this could be true. No one can say it's not. Because really how does anyone know what is or isn't true? I must be going crazy I thought to myself. I'm feeling bad about killing an ant. But I sat there and felt guilty. "Strange…" I thought to myself. Why do I feel bad? Well I could take a guess, but even I couldn't tell you why I was sitting in my bathtub feeling guilty. I could have guessed that it was because my life was falling apart and no one had tried to help me or tried to make me feel better, so I killed an ant, and then I felt guilty because I was doing what everyone else had done to me. But that also would have been stupid. I didn't kill the ant out of anger. I killed it because I don't like ants. I killed it because it was in my bathroom and there was no way I wanted it in my tub swimming next to me. Another guess I had was that, because I had killed an ant, something in my brain was triggered and reminded me of something for a nanosecond. Something for such short amount of time that I can't even recall it now after all of this thinking. Once again an out-there kind of reason, because if I couldn't remember what the thought was to begin with then why go through this whole thought posses all together. But I did, and as I sat there in my bathtub I looked at the now dead ant.

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I sat in the bathtub and I saw it. It was looking around trying to find something. Without even thinking about it I smashed it with my index finger. I didn't even think. And somehow with that little movement, which would mean nothing to some people, met everything to me. I don't know why I thought so hard about it, but I did. My first thought was, "Why did I just do that?" I killed an ant. Most people do it and don't even give it a second thought, but I sat there in my bathtub and thought long and hard. I killed and thought nothing of it. This ant could have been loved. It most likely wasn't because I don't think an ant has much of a brain at all, but he still could have. I took an innocent ant away from his ant family. But once again that is crazy because, like I said before, I don't think ants have a brain. The ant didn't hurt me, it didn't have what I wanted, and didn't really do anything but look around from inside my bathroom. I killed and no one would have thought twice, but I did. So does that make me a bad person? Does that mean that, because I killed an innocent life, I'm going to hell? I don't think it does but it very well might mean so much more than what people think. But I guess that's just the way the world is. Maybe thing aren't just how they seem, but in some cases you see what's there and you're still disappointed. Why is that when you finally see what you want and it's not good enough? Does that make everyone a bad person? Does that make what I did any less bad then if everyone else is a bad person to? Of course people go around and kill ants all the time. Little boys go off and throw thinks and watch the ants scatter. They laugh and find other things to kill. The ants don't think it's funny though. They think it a just cruel and want revenge. Could this be the reason why ants bite? Maybe that's the reason why anyone bits. Just for revenge so they don't hurt their ego. This could be true, but what about the people who have never done anything bad and they still get hurt? Does this make them just like an ant? Unsuspected hurt that you couldn't have controlled even if you wanted to? Does all of this mean that people are like ants in some strange way that no one ever things about but me? Well all of this could be true. No one can say it's not. Because really how does anyone know what is or isn't true? I must be going crazy I thought to myself. I'm feeling bad about killing an ant. But I sat there and felt guilty. "Strange…" I thought to myself. Why do I feel bad? Well I could take a guess, but even I couldn't tell you why I was sitting in my bathtub feeling guilty. I could have guessed that it was because my life was falling apart and no one had tried to help me or tried to make me feel better, so I killed an ant, and then I felt guilty because I was doing what everyone else had done to me. But that also would have been stupid. I didn't kill the ant out of anger. I killed it because I don't like ants. I killed it because it was in my bathroom and there was no way I wanted it in my tub swimming next to me. Another guess I had was that, because I had killed an ant, something in my brain was triggered and reminded me of something for a nanosecond. Something for such short amount of time that I can't even recall it now after all of this thinking. Once again an out-there kind of reason, because if I couldn't remember what the thought was to begin with then why go through this whole thought posses all together. But I did, and as I sat there in my bathtub I looked at the now dead ant.