Pets
I don't have pets. I couldn't understand why so many people keep dogs. I couldn't understand why hamsters as well. My brother kept terrapins before, and they looked really stupid in a small tank, in the same pose from morning to night.
They say to you, your dog is just a pet. To the dog, you're his whole world. Isn't it a humungous emotional burden to think that someone view me as the centre of their lives...
hmm... not that I believe animals can actually think... I'm quite convinced I'm without any loving nature to my fellow planet-sharers.
Today, reading a book, I realized I'm not alone! Yeah... here's an excerpt:
"I don't like most animals, to tell you the truth. Even goldfish daunt me. Their whole existence seems a kind of reproach. 'What's it all about?' they seem to be saying. 'I swim here, I swim there. What for?' I can't look at a goldfish for more than ten seconds without feeling like killing myself, or at least reading a French novel."
My sentiments exactly.
"To my mind, the only possible pet is a cow. Cows love you. They are harmless, they look nice, they don't need a box to crap in, they keep the grass down and they are so trusting and stupid that you cannot help but lose your heart to them. Where I live there's a herd of cows down the lane. You can stand by the wall at any hour of the day or night and after a minute the cows will all waddle over and stand with you, much too stupid to know what to do next, but happy just to be with you. They will stand there all day, as far as I can tell, possibly till the end of time. They will listen to your problems and never ask a thing in return. They will be your friends forever. And when you get tired of them, you can kill them and eat them. Perfect." ~Bill Bryson
Wahaha.... brilliantly written.
posted by WSW at 10:28 PM
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Bill Bryson....wickedly human
That means me too... :(
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