Caturday is the day to remember my first cat, and she was only with me for one year before she got hit by a car, and then I came up to a part of me I cannot believe still exists, but now it has come back to me. That time when I talked about her "too much" and some people got pretty mean about it to the point of being quite hurtful and drawing out tears.
Well! That's what happens sometimes when humans get the impulse to vent and gang up on others, huh?
You know it's pretty difficult to be a little kid and to have to move all the way across the country (this was before the Internet, remember those days?) And to change a whole lifestyle situation and new schools and all of that
If you get a nice little cat along the way , and if that's the happiest part of how that whole stressful process went, some people are not going to understand that, and they're going to be resentful that you have had different experiences, and that's when they can get mean.
I just got such a weird insight about how there is a thought process on Earth that goes:
"At least some people are completely blatantly open about their cruelty and don't hide it," And I kind of get it sometimes.
On the other hand, why should men be more rewarded for the blatant cruelty than women are?
So I kind of get it, sometimes, but I don't entirely buy it.
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