Vegetables are amazing for you and taste better when combined. Mustard greens on their own? I mean they're okay. Mix some radish and cherry tomatoes in? Now you're talking.
For me it's more that the animal is clearly not in good health but people ignore it because they think fat cats look cute. I think it's worrying.Obese animals aren't cute to me. I think they look kind of gross, especially fatass cats with their tiny ass heads on a big barrel body. I would love on them regardless because it's not their fault, but I don't understand how fatso pets became the epitome of cute for some people.
If you want a massive unit just get a Maine Coon or a Ragdoll or something where they're naturally big uns.
Yeah, fat pets definitely lose quality of life, it's so bad for them. It always makes me sad when they're too fat to groom themselves and their butts are a matted dingleberry mess.For me it's more that the animal is clearly not in good health but people ignore it because they think fat cats look cute. I think it's worrying.
I hate dogs. They scare the shit out of me
I can dig that. Some days big tits just don't do it for me and I want a girl that's a little flatter. It has it's own sort of beauty to it. Now, that butt thing you said on the other hand is just heresy.A woman can be beautiful without oversexualizing her breasts or ass. I don't see the appeal of a woman's ass.
I'm not a fan of dogs either, but I can tolerate them. It's dog people I can't fucking stand.
As a 28-year-old bachelor with next to no dating experience, I agree. There's also a romanticized (so to speak) view of marriage. As much as I dream of having a beautiful young wife to cherish, I also understand that marriage and family isn't a constant party. You're gonna have ups and downs. You're gonna have difficulties and disagreements. There's gonna be a seven-year-itch, when your wife seems to be getting less sexy and your kids not so cute anymore.Unattached men in their twenties who prate about the importance of having children are a sad bore.
What is more, while their female counterparts suffering from the highly contagious babymania usually focus on how nice it would be to have a pet infant-- while they seem to forget that babies last but the shortest while before becoming cunning, yet unwise humans with arms, legs and agency who will either cause or do themselves much mischief in 18 years-- the males focus on less certain, and far less meaningful things. "I must not be a genetic dead end," they say, without suggesting any traits they possess which are of especial value to the gene pool.
This focus on the post-mortem is, I believe, rooted in dread of death. It is a desire for a sort of vicarious afterlife, and will profit them little. I do confess, however, that they may really feel a desire to be the loving papa, and simply find it more embarassing to be sentimental than do girls.
I am not against people reproducing, by any means. Many parents find great joy and comfort in their children, though it should be noted that many other parents, hopefully fewer, find their children a disappointment.
Young men are generally unhappy and disconnected from the reality of life. If the military chose to pick men at their physical peak, the draft age would be 28, not 18. I think they are very apt to live too much in the hypothetical future, and to pin too much of their hopes of happiness on things which may never come to pass, and which, when they do arrive, rarely meet their lofty expectations.