Why am I such a pussy. I just saw two ants on my kitchen counter and I was like... I don't wanna kill you but since you will probably lead your buddies here for whatever honey pot you found I'm going to have to kill ya.

Why do I value life so much even if it's just 2 ants? I mean literally millions of lifeforms are being killed right now just for food.

I feel like if I were the 2 ants they were just really good at their job of finding food. And I killed them for being hard working smart ants who exploited my impurity.

But then again I'm logical thinking about how many bugs I just kill everyday by driving a car.

What's wrong with me? Am I too nice for this existence?