I'm not really upset about the fact that I have to give Stitch away. To me...I am doing the right thing. My father will take excellent care of her and she will have a new lease on life...
What bothers me the most is it made me realize exactly where I am in my life...the hard way. I am 24 years old...living in an apartment with another guy...and I can't even support a dog.
I know people I graduated with who are married. They just got out of college, they have good jobs...they're planning weddings and futures. Hell, my 25 year old cousin got married last April to his soulmate...
and I can't even keep a dog around.
Dogs are simple creatures. They depend on you to feed them. They depend on you to tell them where to go to the bathroom and when. When to sleep, when to play. They look to their "Alpha" for leadership...
and I can't even control an animal with an INSTINCT to follow stronger creatures. What does that say about me? What does that tell me about my personality and character. A dog, that is terrified of strangers and automatically assumes the "I submit" position when a stranger tries to pet , her...won't listen to me...
It tells me I am fucking weak.
None of my friends really respect me. I found out the other day that my livejournal has a "cult following" of people that read it to boost their self esteem. One of them said, and I quote "His life is like a new car wreck every day...and I just can't seem to look away from it. It makes me feel so much better about my life.."
Tim referred to me as "the behind the scenes muse." Apparently I inspire people with my patheticness.
At least I serve some purpose.
-KOS
What bothers me the most is it made me realize exactly where I am in my life...the hard way. I am 24 years old...living in an apartment with another guy...and I can't even support a dog.
I know people I graduated with who are married. They just got out of college, they have good jobs...they're planning weddings and futures. Hell, my 25 year old cousin got married last April to his soulmate...
and I can't even keep a dog around.
Dogs are simple creatures. They depend on you to feed them. They depend on you to tell them where to go to the bathroom and when. When to sleep, when to play. They look to their "Alpha" for leadership...
and I can't even control an animal with an INSTINCT to follow stronger creatures. What does that say about me? What does that tell me about my personality and character. A dog, that is terrified of strangers and automatically assumes the "I submit" position when a stranger tries to pet , her...won't listen to me...
It tells me I am fucking weak.
None of my friends really respect me. I found out the other day that my livejournal has a "cult following" of people that read it to boost their self esteem. One of them said, and I quote "His life is like a new car wreck every day...and I just can't seem to look away from it. It makes me feel so much better about my life.."
Tim referred to me as "the behind the scenes muse." Apparently I inspire people with my patheticness.
At least I serve some purpose.
-KOS