I was totally sitting down to write an article about suicide. About how, without a doubt, someone you love, at some point in your life, is going to kill themselves. I was going to tell you how there is LITERALLY nothing you could do to change that, and to just steady yourself for it a bit makes the impact less world-shattering. I was prepared to fill you in on statistics, and let you know that thirty-eight percent of all car accidents are actually suicide attempts. But then I remembered that I asked you if you could kill a kid yesterday. You can’t follow-up a “Could you kill a child” article with a “someone you love will inevitably kill themselves” article, because that is just too heavy. So I decided, last-minute, to make this an article full of cute ass puppies, lest someone call me and ask if I need a hug. Which, by the way, I do. Honestly, you gotta give the masses a moment to “squee” now and then, lest you lose them to the darkness.
Seeing an animal get surprised and seeing it react is one of my favorite things ever. Especially depending on how amazing the reaction is. There is just something insane about seeing an animal jump as the result of a loud noise, or seeing an animal notice something and get scared. I think it only further reiterates my belief that animals are the best thing ever, and that my high school psychology teacher was an asshole when he said they don’t “feel” things that humans feel. This proves animals are just as spazzy and insane as us humans. And that only makes me love them more.