I’m fat. I’m not pretty. II have no talent. Not like the rest of my family. Everyone else has something they’re really good at. All I’m good at is being a burden. I even had to have my grandfather help me change my flat tire this morning-something I know how to do. Fucking hell. I’ll never be anything to anyone. Especially not to myself. heh, I guess I lied. I’m good with animals. If they could talk back, I wouldn’t need human friends. *sigh* but they can’t so I’m back to square one…. Why is it that I’m a lot happier with animals than I am with people?
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Animals don’t judge people. Animals also don’t perform comprehensive and unwarranted character assassinations on themselves.
We can learn a lot from animals.
Animals are just that, not human. They have a social form that is very different to us. that form has evolved over many centuries for both humans and animals, it is not really worth trying to compare as those paths left each other a long time ago.
However, you could definitely become a vet, vet assistant or eve start a shelter for animals. Have you thought about that?