I’m back early from CONvergence because my brain hates me and is trying to kill me. So I’m home and needed to let off a little steam. That means you get two, two, TWO rants in one.
Are you lucky?
First shot: THIS
This is such a fucking issue in a lot of neighborhoods. I have neighbors who have been cracking and popping those fucking things since a week ago. I’ve been annoyed and frightened and overwhelmed before, and then someone next door was shot last year.
Now the damn things fill me with anxiety. My noise canceling headphones can’t tune them out. It’s not just the pop ones that get me. The whirling ones hit my misophonia so hard that it just sucks.
I have PTSD, non combat based, and I can’t imagine how combat vets, people who’ve gone through wars, victims of shootings, etc. feel when they have to deal with asshole neighbors who want to test our their shiny shooty things way before the 4th. At that point, it’s noise pollution and it’s rude as fuck.
And if you have a pet, like I do, those neighbors can fuck themselves right off. Come on, think for just a fucking second about what your good time is doing to someone’s dog or cat or gerbil or whatever. Some people prep for the 4th, and you assholes are fucking it up by doing this before/after that holiday without any warning.
And speaking of pets:
Second Shot: Service Animals
Why are people still being utter jackasses to service animals and their humans? Every time I hear or read a story about someone getting their shorts in a twist because a person said “No, you can’t pet my dog, he’s working”, I want to leap through the screen and punch that person in the face.
This isn’t new information, people. Service animals have been a thing for a while. Some even have some sort of “Working” or “Do Not Pet” on their vests and still people thing they’re the specialist of snowflakes and that doesn’t apply to them.
I’ve petted a service dog once. But she was laying her head in my lap and wagging her tail – and I STILL ASKED HER HUMAN FIRST. It wasn’t that hard, people.
But since it is, let me try to help you:
If a service animal is out with their human, they are working. They need to concentrate on helping their human stay safe. It doesn’t matter if said person doesn’t “look” disabled to you (I want to stamp “Not Every Disability Is Visible” on people’s foreheads backwards so they can see it in the mirror in the morning). There are more duties than being the eyes for a blind person. You can look that up and educate yourself, if you gave a fuck. There are seizure pets, PTSD pets, pets that help when their human is experiencing severe anxiety.
AND YOU AREN’T HELPING, YOU PACK OF ASSES.
Yes, I know there are plenty of fraudsters who don “therapy animal” on a vest on their dogs and take advantage of the ADA regulations so their pets can enter places with them.
You’re not the service animal police. You lack the training even if that job existed. Unless said animal is being disruptive, LEAVE THEM THE FUCK ALONE.
No, you’re not entitled to pet every dog you come across. I can’t believe that has to be said. Ask first and respect the “no”. Don’t act like a child who was just denied a second slice of cake. You’re a fucking adult.
Speaking of adulting, teach your children to do the same. They are also not entitled to pet every animal they see, and the human in question isn’t obligated to allow it just because it’s a child asking. Teach your children to respect the working animal.
If you fuckers had any idea how much emotional stress you put on someone who is doing so not well that they need a SERVICE ANIMAL to get around, you’d be ashamed.
I think. I hope.