Lately I have a particular penchant for any opportunity to wear dead animals. Now, you must know that I didn't always feel this way, so people just never care, but that's not me. I used to basically sob when my mom would wear a fur coat, then I would try and guilt her into not wearing it, and finally I would resolve to tell her it, and she, was disgusting. I would make a show at family friend's houses with taxidermy tokens from hunting trips. And I pull over, no matter what the circumstance, to try and save a dog, which has resulted in many a scoundrel in my lap while I drive.
But lately, all of that is gone. I've basically stopped eating meat and started wearing dead animals all over my body.
Any word on why this might be happening would be helpful.
