Recently I told a friend that I like animals more than people. We discussed this for a bit: she loves people more than anyone I’ve met in a long time, not just friends and family, but humans. Sometimes that’s a little hard for me — I feel like a bit of a bad person because I believe that humanity is primarily selfish and evil. Okay, maybe “evil” is a little bit strong, but I’m definitely not some peace-and-love hippie type who still believes that “we can all just get along.” I’ve found if you go through life expecting people to fail you, the disappointment is a little easier to handle.
The other day that friend’s little dog died, and I am heartbroken. I’ve literally been crying for two days thinking about how that happy little thing won’t be jumping on my leg or giving me kisses when I rub her belly.
Animals love completely and unconditionally. They aren’t vague. They will sit and just be silent with you. Animals aren’t passive aggressive. They don’t talk about you behind your back. They’re loyal, without ulterior motives, and always willing to cheer you up. Essentially animals are the perfect people.
Should loving humans really be this difficult? Am I wired wrong or something. Somehow, when I think of my future and how I want my life to go, I would much rather come home to a happy dog than a nagging wife.