Yeah, there’s been a lot of these very… saccharin posts here lately going “I’m not a human being with all the complexity that entails, I’m just a wittle bitty babby. I’m just a cutesy wutesy kitten! I poopy in a box and I’m all fuzzily! How could you be mad at me or hold me accountable for anything when I’m a little puppy dog? Look how cute I am when I get all chewy with your shoes! Oopsie woopsy, I tore the couch to shreds, but you can’t be upset for it when I’m just a puppy!”

I can understand it if it’s a sex or a fetish thing. I can understand it if it’s a furry “this is how I self identify” or an alter ego sort of thing (I’m admittedly not very well versed in the whole furry culture stuff, apologies if I worded that poorly).

I can also understand the desire for escapism from the crushing weight of all of life’s troubles, which I think these are ultimately an expression of, mixed with wanting someone to treat you in the sort of sweet and loving way people should treat pets. “I just want someone to take care of me and all this life stuff for me so I can just… be. I want people to have patience with me when I mess up because I’m doing my best. I want someone to love me for just existing.”

But pretending to be a cutesy little pet isn’t going to help lessen the weight of the world, it’ll all still be there just getting heavier until you decide to start being a fully fledged person trying to deal with it again.

It’s also potentially degrading to people not in on this whole “cutesy pet” schtick who are struggling their way through life’s problems. See the comment I replied to. I don’t think that’s an unreasonable response from someone actively struggling through shit.

Ultimately I can’t believe this “kittyboy/puppygirl” stuff is a healthy coping mechanism for life’s problems. Temporary escapism, maybe, but that’s not healthy if that’s all you’re doing.

Anyway, that’s my great big entirely unasked for opinion.