Disclaimer: I took a couple shots so I'm a little past tipsy. Didn't really help me not feel terrible.
Last night there was a huge wasp flying around the house, and after a while, my housemates and I got fed up with it and they told me I should go handle it. I took a paper cup and caught it against the floor, and intended to bring it outside without killing it (the usual procedure for spiders, other pests, etcetc). However, I was exhausted and ended up going to bed and forgetting to bring it outside, and so it stayed there under the cup.
When I got up this morning, I saw the cup a couple of times passing by, but had various other things on my mind (how desperately I needed to use the restroom, going out for a run, laundry) and I didn't get around to taking care of the bug situation and bringing it outside. As I was getting ready for bed (now 22 or so hours after I first caught it in the cup) I realized it was still there and went to go bring it outside. By this time, it was already dead.
I feel like shit. Of all of the ways I could handle the bug, mine was the most cruel. I subjected it to the bug equivalent of death by starvation or something. Just killing it flat out, which I try not to do on moral grounds, would've been more humane. How can I claim to excel at empathy when my brain lets by acts of cruelty like this without thinking twice (albeit for a bug)? It makes me wonder to what extent what I've considered a high level of empathy is actually true empathy, or just a better, cognitive and conscious understanding of which emotions are evoked given certain stimuli. I hope it's true empathy. I feel like shit.
