I’ve always had a morbid fascination with little dead things.
I remember, as a 10-year-old, passing a dead squirrel on my way to school and then repeatedly stopping to see its stomach fill with maggots. 
As a teen, I took a number of pictures of a bloated raccoon corpse, focusing on the intestines hanging out. I discarded these images, apparently revolted by my own revolting fascination.
I carry on today, stopping to capture the little corpses left to the side.
And wondering what is wrong with me.
What’s wrong with you is that you were raised in a Conservative household that encouraged you to excel at your studies at the school at the ‘end’ of University Ave, and to go on to a prestigious school like Queens at Kingston and to (sure) get your Honors BA – and then go on to the U of T’s law or Business schools,.. You are now fortunate to have the time and support to follow your true interest. – Take it! Do it! Trust yourself! There is nothing wrong with you now and there was nothing wrong with you then.
I feel better now! Thanks.
That squirrel looks so peaceful…sure it’s not just napping? 😉