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Yeah, so a fictional robot dog died in an anime today, and I spent 10 minutes sobbing about it, 20 minutes fixing my makeup, and an hour holding Chibi tightly to my chest. 🤷♀️
Chibi’s like, “the bleep’s wrong with you, woman?”
Yeah, so a fictional robot dog died in an anime today, and I spent 10 minutes sobbing about it, 20 minutes fixing my makeup, and an hour holding Chibi tightly to my chest. 🤷♀️
Chibi’s like, “the bleep’s wrong with you, woman?”
@nicole@myna.social It’s funny. I’m one of those people who has incredible difficulty naming their own feelings, but anything involving harm to an animal triggers immediate and overwhelming emotions with perfect clarity.
I have strong anecdotal evidence that the same was true for my maternal uncles and grandfather.
It’s always been like this for me, but I feel like HRT dialed it up another couple of notches to the point of near absurdity.
Is crying on demand a useful party trick?