Lisa Hernandez95 said:No, I’m honestly not laughing anymore. What’s in those links is just plain gross. I really don't get what you mean by "studying" here—I mean, seriously? You study living animals—either out in the wild or as part of an actual scientific experiment—or you study them when they're dead through dissection or microscopy... this isn't that.
What can you actually study when someone’s passed away? It’s one of those things that sounds straightforward until you really start digging into the specifics—there are so many different angles to take. I'm just sitting here thinking about how everything feels so... pre-packaged lately—you know? Like, you go to buy something simple, and instead, you get this overly processed, "ready-made" version of reality that’s been smoothed over by some corporate marketing department before it even hits the shelf. It’s all so curated. Everything is prepared for us before we even realize we wanted it, which honestly feels a little suffocating if I'm being real. Sometimes I miss when things felt raw—just unpolished and actually genuine. So, I was just sitting here thinking—is having a pet in the house actually worth it? Like, really? It’s one of those things people just assume is a given, but when you actually stop to weigh the chaos against the companionship, it gets complicated. On one hand, you have the whole "unconditional love" thing—which is great, obviously—but then there's the reality of hair everywhere, the random midnight zoomies, and the constant feeling that you’re living in someone else's house. Honestly, sometimes I feel like my own living room belongs more to the pets than me. It's a lot of work, a lot of cleaning, and a lot of "why did I agree to this?" moments... but then they look at you a certain way and you're right back at square one. What do you guys think? Is it a net positive or just organized madness? 😕 Unless we’re talking about human pathology, maybe? ☕
Decoration!? 😲 Decorations (if you can even call them that) are supposed to be living things—like a dog or a cat running around the house. To me, this feels like someone deciding to classify their taxidermied relative as a "piece of decor" and just setting them up in the living room. But hey, to each their own, I guess... 🙄
🙂 Well, honestly... this is pretty much exactly what I expected. 🙂
It’s pretty simple—the animal is already gone, I'm just keeping it around...
Good grief. 🙂
I mean, I don't know... this whole thing actually kind of interests me.
So... what now?
Did I say I thought it was funny? -,-
And seriously—can we please stop bringing up dead people immediately? Like, just give it a rest already.
Honestly, whenever someone brings that up to me, I just feel like turning them into a ghost. Seriously.
Honestly, when I finally head out across the country with my brother and start hunting animals like this... I probably won't be considered sane.
I mean, like I said before—if we’re talking about something that would actually be alive, there is just no way in hell I could even lift a finger...
Maybe on a fox or a badger, but honestly—that's only if they actually attack, which is incredibly rare...
And I did say right at the start that this was going to be weird...
Even if it felt awkward—and man, it really did—at least I finally spoke up...
It’s honestly just one of those things—some people look at photos and think they look terrible, while others think they look amazing, and then you’ve got that whole other crowd convinced we’re just awful people... it's wild how everyone sees things so differently.
I mean, if it’s already dead, what’s the harm in just doing it?
We all have our own little ways to pass the time... different hobbies, different obsessions—it’s just how we're wired, I guess. Some people spend their weekends hiking through the Rockies, others are deep into vintage collecting on eBay, and then there's me—just drifting from one thing to the next without much direction. It's kind of funny when you think about it—how we all find these specific niches to call our own. One minute you're obsessed with a certain niche community on Reddit, and the next, you've completely pivoted to something else entirely. Honestly, it's a bit exhausting trying to keep up with everything, but hey, that's life, right?
It’s just going to be one of those things that certain people will always find a reason to hate... honestly.
I mean, look—if you’re actually planning on becoming a pathologist or a vet like I am, you really can't afford to be squeamish. There's just no room for being grossed out when this is the career path you choose... honestly.
I mean, if we’re actually going to draw comparisons to how people handle things... it's kind of like embalming. Just—sort of a weird, clinical way to preserve something, I guess? It's just my two cents.
Well, that’s just your opinion...
I guess I’m almost used to hearing stuff like that by now... honestly.
It’s always the same thing—first I get dragged for being a Furry and a therian, and then it shifts to people calling me a terrible person just because I actually use my brain and refuse to be some mindless drone for my peers... honestly, it never ends.
I was always the one everyone leaned on—you know, that designated shoulder to cry on whenever things went south. But then, when I actually needed someone to catch me, my "friends" weren't exactly there to hold the umbrella. It’s funny, in a really messed up way—how you can be the rock for everyone else and then suddenly realize you're just standing there alone in the rain. Honestly, it kind of sucks.
When my dad passed away...
For the most part, I’d say I’m a pretty normal guy—nothing too crazy about me—but I have this thing where I just love nature. I've always felt this pull to bring a little bit of the great outdoors inside, even if my way of doing it is a bit... unconventional, let's call it. It's like, why wait for a hike when you can try to recreate that vibe right in your own living room? Even if it ends up looking a little weird sometimes.