You may recall I have occasionally treated my boyfriend like a cat, in moments of unconscious error. Today I almost put cat food on my own plate. Perhaps, rather than seeing my boyfriend as a simple animal, I see all humans as socially interchangeable with beasts – myself included.
OK, that doesn’t explain why, but at least it looks less like I’m demoting my lovin’ man to domestic creachur status.
Corvide continues. Paxlovid NyQuil and DayQuil are surely helping. Science suggests the vaxxing helped, and as bad as it’s been I have to imagine I’d be dead as fried chicken if not for that. Still, no alternate universe view of me being foolish enough to antivax for comparison, so I admit room for error.
I spilled pop on my computer so this was made on a phone, slowly and painfully. I won’t post much til I get that resolved. Also not answering comments much, but thanks for the support, really.
See y’all later!
I tend to treat people like dogs that can speak and take themselves to the toilet. Works pretty well, although i tend to treat dogs (and other animals) pretty well
Great American Satan says
good policy bud. 🙂