Well, installment 3 in my boo-hoo-no-job series. This one's actually interesting though.
Sometimes I envy my pets. In all our wealth, do we have to live lonely individual lives, taking care of our own business and fighting for our right to Independence? I don't really like Independence. I have to make decisions, be confident, and take control, three things I don't do very well. Independence really isn't that great. Everything's an exchange, and when you gain independence, you also gain the kind of responsibility I'm not really all that fond of.
My life works better if simple, undisturbed, free of luxury but also free of certain affairs, like say where my next meal is going to come from, or whether or not I'm going to have a place to sleep. Taxes, bills, contract, obligations, deadlines, due dates, all those just seem to give me no end of trouble, not like my friends and family members who at least can deal with them.
When other people were talking cars and boys, I was talking security and peace. Instead of being excited with the idea of living on my own, it just seemed like a burden, like a horrible thing I was going to have to endure to get ahead in the world. I don't really like spending things, nor do I like managing a whole lot of money. I work very hard for little compensation: my own safety and comfort, but when left to my own devices, I lose focus, direction, and stop finding reasons to work.
Isn't there a way we could care for each other instead of this horrid aggressive Independence? We're crawling on our own corpses to get ahead, is this really the right way to live? I could become a housewife, except first of all I'm not sexually attracted to anyone. Secondly, the housewife in today's society is demeaned, persecuted, repressed, and forced to live as a second class citizen, while cooking, cleaning, raising (and having) children, dusting, vacuuming, attending to guests, taking people to school, participating in community activities, and countless other tasks, that are mostly disregarded, taken for granted and forgotten. Oo, oo, there's also the fact that housewives not only lose their independence, they lose their freedom, their social status, their opportunity for education, their free time. Did I mention I'm not exaggerating?
No, as much as this world could do without housewife slavery, there's a position that I fit in almost ideally: the house pet. I could pursue my ambitions to make people happy and produce wonderful things, and at the same time I'd be able to provide some family with the kind of comfort only a Small Furry Thing (tm) can provide. In my mind, pets play a certain role, vital to the function of a household. They add another life to our own, and don't take up much space. They depend on a family for sustenance, and receive a simple fare in return. Of course many pets also add to family income (livestock, workers, intelligent pets) and that's another thing I would gladly do in exchange for the security of a pet relationship. I wish I myself could bring the joy to others that my own pets have brought me.
Now, you may have heard of the acronym BDSM. That has absolutely nothing to do with what I'm referring to. I say this because every single reference I've heard to someone wanting to be a pet has been the whole "pony boy" leather straps, slavery sort of pet. Most pets don't lead sexual and dominated lives in their households, in fact most pets are regulated very little. I don't know why people rave about that kind of weird pet relationship, but what I'm talking about, and I'm very relieved to say this, is strictly a living arrangement, not some sort of ritualistic slavery.
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