20230724-1143. On our first phone call EVER, our favorite podcaster asked me if I liked animal. Since he is from the dark side of the planet and it was three o’clock in the morning my time, I answered slowly through my foggy mind that animals don’t like me.
For example, I was hanging out with my first VERY fugly dark-skinned guy friend at his friend’s place. We were both sitting down on a sofa or something. I looked outta the back sliding door.
Atop the wooden fence, I saw a grayish or dark-colored cat walking from left to right. As both our gaze met, the cat hissed at me – maybe at least twice. From then on, I guess I was NOT the type to connect with animals.
In our backyard, there are wild birds, which do NOT fly away whenever my elderly father is present. I think the birds recognize my dad more than me. And so when I show up in the backyard, these same wild birds would fly away. This is the second instance that I am NOT the type to connect with animals.
Thirdly, in own hands, I do NOT know how to take care of animals – sick or dying. My own family did NOT say anything as I’m on my own to figure out how to handle such life and death situations.
Also, I do NOT like the smell of poop and pee from these carnivores. Some traditional “Orientals” understand that taking sick and dying animals to the vets is NOT natural and only prolongs the inevitable of meeting the Creator/Maker of our existence and life. Some humanz believe the same about intervention and distrust against doctors/physicians and hospitals.
So yeah, having pets is NOT ideal due to vet expenses, foodstuffs AND responsibilities in cat the doggie or kitty happens to get in trouble or bites another human. That’s just too much to think about in this blog.
That’s all. End of blogging. 20230724-1151.
Hello Flynn, nice, and good luck!