Buuny, 1 Hawk, 0

That isn't a typo.  I took a picture of a hawk eating a bunny.  I presume the hawk killed the bunny.  However, because the bunny is dead, he or she will suffer no more.  Only the living suffer.  What sort of life did she have anyway?  Hopping around, eating grass, hanging out, and sleeping?
Although I just saw an interesting documentary last night called Love Thy Nature.  Once again, the benefits of a natural, whole foods, plant-based (vegan) diet were extolled.  That's a goal of mine: to eat no processed foods.  Sugar is the great Satan.  I'm so lazy, though.  It's so easy to open a bag of chips.  I have to at least try it, though.  It could work as a natural antidepressant.  Wouldn't have to cook or wash pots and pans either.  This film also suggested that we're happier when we're outside: not on a busy street in a city, but in nature.  I had suspected that.  Since I finished my book, which there hasn't been any interest in yet, that is here: https://www.amazon.com/Farts-Literature-featuring-Bald-D-Bag-ebook/dp/B074MCFPVD/ref=sr_1_2?s=digita I've got more time to spend outside, so I think I'll do that. 
Another missing part of the happiness equation for me is friends; I have none.  Though I feel like all the world's animals are my friends.  It is my goal, at work, to pet at least one dog a day, and, most of the time, I'm able to do that.  The best thing, by far, about my job is that dogs are allowed to be there.  Coworkers have also brought in a cat and a ferret. 
I am alone.  Yesterday, I went to a library that's fairly far away.  I went for a walk along the Erie Canal.  There was some sort of an event going on.  There were a lot of people around, and a band was playing loud music.  I didn't know that would be happening.  If I had, I might have avoided it.  All those people, socializing with their friends and family members, made me feel extra lonely.

Unpunished Crimes

As my neighbors have been forcing me to smell the tortured flesh of animals cooking for hours now, I realized that there have been countless unpunished crimes committed against animals.  If one hired a hitman to kill one's wife or husband, the law deems that to be a serious crime that should be punished accordingly.  But that's exactly what people are doing when they buy meat.  They are paying someone to kill animals.  It should be a crime: a serious one.  However, the way animals are treated, like in factory farms, before they are murdered makes it a far worse crime than hiring a hitman to kill a person.  At least the victim of a hitman is free to live their life the way they want to before they are murdered.  Animals are confined, and treated, very cruelly prior to their murders.
What's even worse is extreme cruelty against animals is so commonplace, that these meat-eating monsters don't even think they're doing anything wrong.  The animals they eat, and, by extension, terrorize, must mean absolutely nothing to them.  They're out of sight and out of mind.  As long as I'm not being treated like that, I don't care.  Maybe that's what they're thinking, if they're even thinking anything about the animals they're killing.  They throw meat in the trash without a second thought.  I don't know if there will ever be an antidepressant powerful enough to allow me to be content to live in a world that's full of sociopaths.