While others had gushed at how cute the two husky pups were, he left a message telling me to get rid of the image and relating it to some porn comment. Now, please before anyone tells me to relax and so on, I know it was all said in a joking manner etc. That's not the point. Today when we were chatting, I was teasing him saying that I probably shouldn't be talking with him. He asked why and I told him about his comment and one thing led to another and he said he can't believe how sensitive I get about things that don't matter. And I shot back saying that just because they didn't matter to him, that didn't mean that they didn't matter to anyone else. (No, this didn't get to be an out of hand fight). Anyway, he then said that I was coming across as a person who cared more about animals than people. And for a second it made me pause and think. And then ofcourse I said, I guess I am. I'm not fighting it. And I realized that somehow I've become very passionate about animals. Me - the person who used to scream and run for dear life at the sight of a snake has had a python put around her neck, has stared at king cobras and boa constrictors in fascination at the Singapore Zoo. (Ok, I do feel shaky just thinking about the snakes). I, who literally ran screaming from a toy pomeranian, now own and smother with affection, a German Shepherd Dog. I, who called upon all and sundry to kill a spider, now follow a spider around and wonder how it can get by on those tiny thin legs and make sure I put it outside instead of having it hit with a paper, etc. You get the idea I'm sure. It's fascinating how a person can change. And just realizing this left me gobsmacked.
Now as for caring for animals more than people - there is truth to that statement. Especially when it is humans who are causing innocent animals a lot of harm. Then you're right, I don't give a damn about the people. For example take a look at this story about the treatment of Moon Bears in China. Or my previous post about treatment of dogs and cats in China. When I come across such stories, I cry. And I'm not embarassed by this reaction, nor do I make any apologies for it. I hate humans in that emotional moment and care more for the animals. I'm trying to do whatever small bit I can in making their world better, but I also know I'm not neglecting my loved ones. So I guess I'm balancing it out in my own way.
Anyway, thanks S for making me think about this. :) We should argue more often (not that we don't already). I know everyone is entitled to their own opinion, but I react first and think later most often. It's not always good, but sometimes it works well.