I grew up with a family dog before it was murdered a couple months back following a bad bite on my step-dads face. She had a good run, like 15 years of non-stop barking, shedding, and eating my clothes.
I also had a cat named Kodak when I was really young before moving to Chicago. I remember being enamored by her, but I don't really know why.
My aunt, who has had bouts with depression, has always had a dog, one in particular was a big part of our upbringing.
I know why I became insensitive to pets, and why I'm able to joke about my dog being put to sleep. Quite frankly, I found my dog to be a pain in the ass.
That doesn't mean I hate animals. I love my girlfriends family dog, even though I pet it lovingly while muttering "you stupid piece of shit!" "yes, you are a stupid piece of shit!"
I love her whore of a family cat who roams around all night, most likely slutting it up with the other neighborhood rats... I mean cats.
I'll never be an animal lover. I can take them or leave them. I prefer to make bonds and relationships with actual human beings. But that's not the point of this thread.
What I never realized until recently was why so many people are fascinated by pets; The old lady on every block who has multiple cats or the guy featured on To Catch a Predator who puts peanut butter on his cock and has his dog lick it off...
The reason people have pets is because they're lonely, lacking something in their lives, and are incapable of finding happiness on their own.
There are exceptions; Steve Irwin, for instance, is an animal lover, whose fascination with animals is like my fascination with baseball.
I came to this conclusion after moving into an apartment complex with mostly single units. I can't say this with 100% certainty but I'm pretty sure I'm the only person without an animal.
After a couple weeks on my own, I can certainly understand feeling lonely from time to time, though that's rarely how I feel.
I can also understand feeling as if something is lacking from your life, whether it be numerous friends or a relationship... My girlfriend and I split up for a while at the beginning of the summer and I felt pretty hurt at times.
But where I differentiate from another tenant in my complex is that though I have moments where I hate the world (like this afternoon, when I'm down in the dumps about some smelly towel-head, who actually brought peace to my brain tonight after he placed an $80.58 order and tipped me a dollar, which I could only laugh at as I stood outside of his door) or days where I'm feeling depressed (breaking up with my girlfriend) or days when I don't feel good about myself (if I've skipped a few workouts and/or partied too hard), I can find happiness on my own; that is, without a pet who loves me (or loves that I feed it) I can be happy. For instance, tonight, watching baseball in the background and writing this essay of a rant. I'm content.
So yes, to conclude, I never intended to overtake LW's thread. However, I personally believe that people who own pets are either fascinated by animals, ala the Steve Irwin type, or are simply weak-minded individuals, ala my Aunt.
I love my Aunt to death, and would do anything for her, as she would for me, but what she gets out of her dog taking her morning steamy load, I would only get for a child of mine.
Thoughts...
I also had a cat named Kodak when I was really young before moving to Chicago. I remember being enamored by her, but I don't really know why.
My aunt, who has had bouts with depression, has always had a dog, one in particular was a big part of our upbringing.
I know why I became insensitive to pets, and why I'm able to joke about my dog being put to sleep. Quite frankly, I found my dog to be a pain in the ass.
That doesn't mean I hate animals. I love my girlfriends family dog, even though I pet it lovingly while muttering "you stupid piece of shit!" "yes, you are a stupid piece of shit!"
I love her whore of a family cat who roams around all night, most likely slutting it up with the other neighborhood rats... I mean cats.
I'll never be an animal lover. I can take them or leave them. I prefer to make bonds and relationships with actual human beings. But that's not the point of this thread.
What I never realized until recently was why so many people are fascinated by pets; The old lady on every block who has multiple cats or the guy featured on To Catch a Predator who puts peanut butter on his cock and has his dog lick it off...
The reason people have pets is because they're lonely, lacking something in their lives, and are incapable of finding happiness on their own.
There are exceptions; Steve Irwin, for instance, is an animal lover, whose fascination with animals is like my fascination with baseball.
I came to this conclusion after moving into an apartment complex with mostly single units. I can't say this with 100% certainty but I'm pretty sure I'm the only person without an animal.
After a couple weeks on my own, I can certainly understand feeling lonely from time to time, though that's rarely how I feel.
I can also understand feeling as if something is lacking from your life, whether it be numerous friends or a relationship... My girlfriend and I split up for a while at the beginning of the summer and I felt pretty hurt at times.
But where I differentiate from another tenant in my complex is that though I have moments where I hate the world (like this afternoon, when I'm down in the dumps about some smelly towel-head, who actually brought peace to my brain tonight after he placed an $80.58 order and tipped me a dollar, which I could only laugh at as I stood outside of his door) or days where I'm feeling depressed (breaking up with my girlfriend) or days when I don't feel good about myself (if I've skipped a few workouts and/or partied too hard), I can find happiness on my own; that is, without a pet who loves me (or loves that I feed it) I can be happy. For instance, tonight, watching baseball in the background and writing this essay of a rant. I'm content.
So yes, to conclude, I never intended to overtake LW's thread. However, I personally believe that people who own pets are either fascinated by animals, ala the Steve Irwin type, or are simply weak-minded individuals, ala my Aunt.
I love my Aunt to death, and would do anything for her, as she would for me, but what she gets out of her dog taking her morning steamy load, I would only get for a child of mine.
Thoughts...
me n my kids cried about that one. 
