typing this while a cat is laying on my upper chest and against my face
no positive feeling from this whatsoever
can’t stand being alive and wish I could stop
Argh, argh, argh, I hate the memetic stew that spawns this kind of misery. I mean, yes, I know, this is Tumblr and it has an Aesthetic, but…even so.
You do not have to like cute fuzzy animals in order to have a soul.
Cute fuzzy animals are not the Perfect Emotional Heroin, the One True Universal Source of Happy Feels.
If you don’t get any enjoyment at all out of hanging around with cute fuzzy animals, or seeing pictures of cute fuzzy animals, or being compared to cute fuzzy animals…this does not say anything bad about your character, and it does not portend a future of hollow-hearted despair.
To Whom It May Concern: I have no objection whatever to pet culture or neoteny culture, or to the intersection thereof, but please try to be aware of when you start shading into cultural supremacy talk.