Dear Diary,
I became a cat person before I can realize it. I used to love dogs, but now I see them as slobbery highly energetic beings that do not know the concept of personal space. Don't get me wrong, I won't trade them for the world. However, I much rather not interact with them. Like, at all. It's like having or meeting kids on a sugar rush and choosing between one or someone else. I'd rather save them than save some rando I equally have no knowledge of.
Kids are innocent and childish and immature. I guess I'm just jealous of them. They can be innocent but when I am, people would think I'm ignorant instead. Or when I want candy. People allow kids to eat candy. But when I do it, I "don't have self-control and discipline" or something. When I like childish things like games or characters or ships or cartoons or concepts and ideas or teddy bears, stuffed toys, toys in general--people judge me! Ugh. Okay, maybe I'm just jealous.
I see the light in my dog's eyes--the undeniable trust and unconditional love and hope and admiration. If I were to choose between myself or my dog--even though I hate her so very much, I'd toss my life away to protect them. And that goes to kids as well.
Just...
Don't expect me to love being with them.