Why do I do it?
Why do I ever watch Emergency Vets on Animal Planet? This show-hell, this channel-and country music make me cry more often than anything else. Everytime I watch this show and an animal dies, so do I. This time, there was a dog, Buddy, who had tumors. He licked one to the point of bleeding and his family brought him in. They did x-rays, pre-surgery, and found he was riddled with cancer. When they told the family it was hopeless, the Dad started to cry.
A man crying simultaneously breaks my heart and makes me want to kill whatever hurt him so bad. I always just want to hold the guy until he's better.Women? Depends on why they're crying. If it's because they got busted cheating, they're on their own. If their animal just died, I'm right there, crying with 'em.
With men, I don't care why...I feel the same way. Men with tears are to be held. Women, I want to know why. Then, if it's their fault, tough. If it's not, I'll do what I can.
Kids? Pfft. They cry 24/7 anyway. and usually because they can't have their way. If I see a crying child and any amount of blood...different story. But, I still wanna know why the tears first.
I'm not sure what this says about me...maybe that women have treated me like shit all my life and that I know nothing about kids? Probably. Well...that's one of the reasons I do this (blog)...to try to figure out why I am like I am.
Men and animals. I love all of both groups...until I'm shown differently. Women and kids? Eh. I try to stay away from both of those groups. I do not understand women and kids make me nervous.
Speaking of women...that little bitch is back. The one that completely freaked me out that day in the parlor. The bitch is back. She gives me one freakin' reason and I will let her have it. How Billy's wife can stand to have her anywhere near him is beyond me. Not to even mention the fact that I've been told this bitch is almost thirty and she's fuckin' a kid here named Josh who is 17. Skank. Why am I not at all surprised by this? What a loser.
Oh well. Prove I'm right about ya, why don'tcha?
Whatever.
She starts her 'where do ya want me' shit this time and I will tell her 'under a bus'.
Eric, however, is crackin' me up about her. He says "She's got a fat ass." Glad ya were lookin', Bud...
She's got an ugly face...
To a blind guy, maybe...
I don't like her.
Good, then you won't mind me beatin' her head outta her ass...
I don't think she's even cute.
That's fine but she does...
Sigh....
Oh, quit worrying. If she stays the hell away from you, she's got nothing to worry about. Women. I can't live with 'em, can't shoot 'em.
But...knives are quiet.
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