I hate cats. Not because I'm allergic - I am, but that makes them an irritation, not a reason for anger - but because they are JUST LIKE ME.
Cats are narcissists, every one. "Feed me...pet me...empty out my poop...buy me toys...give me some catnip and let me get high...pet me 'til I purr, and then don't stop...let me lie in this sunny-warm window all day...expect nothing from me but that I use my happy hunting instincts from time to time on my own whim...WORSHIP ME."
Was that a narcissist I just described, or a hedonist? ............... Yes. Both.
With perhaps the exception of the poop-emptying, the aforementioned bits and bobs describe me very well. And when did any two people so similar EVER get along? Worse, most of the time two souls from the same mold HATE one another, for a variety of reasons.
Therefore, I hate cats. I am a narcissist, a hedonist, and cats are competition. And I hate them. And I hate their people, who are too wrapped up in worshiping their narcissistic animals to worship me. Damn them all.
No comments:
Post a Comment