involuntary manslaughter

noun.
The act of unlawfully killing another human being unintentionally.

I just wanted to catalogue the term here because I realized that, for the moment there, I was blissfully forgetting that this existed.

It's just that it is one of my hopes in life that I never end up in jail. But though it might be safe to say that I most probably might never commit willful murder, it escaped my consciousness for the moment that there are other less willful ways to end up in jail, and for the count of murder no less.

And because I realize I've been complacent and unmindful of such stark realities and how they can happen to me, too, I decided to write an impromptu list of related things that I have to remind myself NEVER to do:

involuntary manslaughter (because you can still go to jail for this)
murder
homicide
patricide
infanticide
suicide (doesn't count in the human world but it's a sin so it's like God would put you to jail in hell)
matricide
massacre
terrorism
genocide

I think self-defense is acceptable. There's probably more but I can't think of anything else right now. Anyway, that's that for now. Maybe more to come later when I remember this again.

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