Rats 'n Whores
So...
I have a rat.
Never thought I'd actually want one, and I sorta ended up getting him on accident really.
So what I think happened was all the noise and activity of cleaning up upstairs woke the snake up in a very "whatthefuckisthatnoise???" kind of way. Considering the fact that my mom says it hasn't eaten since sometime in January, and that it looked like it was looking around for food, we took it mean that it was hungry (and really? January? By all accounts the rat should've been eaten). Brother2 was sent out to get food for his own damn snake and he came back with this lil guy who was in the middle of a fight when he showed up so Brother2 specifically asked for him 'cause he thought he was being a (literal) rat bastard.
Snake. Doesn't eat him.
Not the first go.
Not the second go.
Not even a few days later.
I've been unofficially in charge of this guy during this time and I've admittedly grown quite attached to the little guy. He's really sweet and never have been a big fan for rats (nothing against them but nothing really working for them either) but he's not dead, seems to genuinely recognize me, pretty low maintenance, and (theoretically) a complete option to keep.
I've worked with the family to where Brother2 thinks he's cool; Brother1 a bit more iffy about the whole rat deal but no longer thinks it's going to go leaping from shoulder to shoulder in a biting frenzy; The Mother still a bit jumpy but thinking he's cute and really starting to come around to him; The Dad... is not a big fan of pets in general and is usually the one that feeds the snake. However! He totally gave me an opening when he asked if I was going to get rid of the rat and I said I could still, that I wouldn't be happy about it but that I'd tried not to get attached to it and so far I wasn't... much (which was pretty much an hour after I decided to try to work the family to come around to him and is mostly LIES) and he responded with a whole I'm a heartless person and he'll remember this when gets older and I start looking for old people homes.
Which is totally an opening!
I can completely use that.
He should know better than to actually give me ammo.
I don't exactly have anything solid but it's completely doable even on the They Don't Have To Know I Kept Him front (tho' that would require some rat juggling).
And he really is really cute...
MacManus tonight... which means no LOST. Forgot that. He's this counselor person, one of those words that uses psych innit but I don't think psychiatrist... forgot what his deal was but it's the couch and tissues bit, and apparently I need to have another go with him. I think I've already worked out what he's prolly going to tell me on my own, and not really a big fan of dragging out shit from the past unless it's productive which I guess is the key point there for whether or not I'll agree to see him again.
Am I the only one that tends to think 'whore' with these people? I know it's a service they provide, and admittedly there is an actual need for it in some cases, but paying someone to listen to you doesn't really seem all that different from paying someone to have sex with you. The whole actual 'appointment' is different physically, obviously, but it's still a human interaction that I think should be of mutual interest of any parties involved because they're involved and not because one's getting a meal ticket. At least The Dad's company covers the bill so it's not really an issue when I go but it still bugs me when I'm there and I don't think I'll ever be bringing it up because:
1) Seems like a rude comparison to say to his face
2) He's being paid to analyze me and my problems, not his line of work and the morals therein
3) It's not like my time's unlimited or any less valuable than his, if he wants to talk he can pay me.
It's not that that would be a problem (the whole whore-like likeness thing) but I feel like I should send these people a memo something.
Have also apparently started to "invest in a wardrobe"... ?
I have a rat.
Never thought I'd actually want one, and I sorta ended up getting him on accident really.
So what I think happened was all the noise and activity of cleaning up upstairs woke the snake up in a very "whatthefuckisthatnoise???" kind of way. Considering the fact that my mom says it hasn't eaten since sometime in January, and that it looked like it was looking around for food, we took it mean that it was hungry (and really? January? By all accounts the rat should've been eaten). Brother2 was sent out to get food for his own damn snake and he came back with this lil guy who was in the middle of a fight when he showed up so Brother2 specifically asked for him 'cause he thought he was being a (literal) rat bastard.
Snake. Doesn't eat him.
Not the first go.
Not the second go.
Not even a few days later.
I've been unofficially in charge of this guy during this time and I've admittedly grown quite attached to the little guy. He's really sweet and never have been a big fan for rats (nothing against them but nothing really working for them either) but he's not dead, seems to genuinely recognize me, pretty low maintenance, and (theoretically) a complete option to keep.
I've worked with the family to where Brother2 thinks he's cool; Brother1 a bit more iffy about the whole rat deal but no longer thinks it's going to go leaping from shoulder to shoulder in a biting frenzy; The Mother still a bit jumpy but thinking he's cute and really starting to come around to him; The Dad... is not a big fan of pets in general and is usually the one that feeds the snake. However! He totally gave me an opening when he asked if I was going to get rid of the rat and I said I could still, that I wouldn't be happy about it but that I'd tried not to get attached to it and so far I wasn't... much (which was pretty much an hour after I decided to try to work the family to come around to him and is mostly LIES) and he responded with a whole I'm a heartless person and he'll remember this when gets older and I start looking for old people homes.
Which is totally an opening!
I can completely use that.
He should know better than to actually give me ammo.
I don't exactly have anything solid but it's completely doable even on the They Don't Have To Know I Kept Him front (tho' that would require some rat juggling).
And he really is really cute...
MacManus tonight... which means no LOST. Forgot that. He's this counselor person, one of those words that uses psych innit but I don't think psychiatrist... forgot what his deal was but it's the couch and tissues bit, and apparently I need to have another go with him. I think I've already worked out what he's prolly going to tell me on my own, and not really a big fan of dragging out shit from the past unless it's productive which I guess is the key point there for whether or not I'll agree to see him again.
Am I the only one that tends to think 'whore' with these people? I know it's a service they provide, and admittedly there is an actual need for it in some cases, but paying someone to listen to you doesn't really seem all that different from paying someone to have sex with you. The whole actual 'appointment' is different physically, obviously, but it's still a human interaction that I think should be of mutual interest of any parties involved because they're involved and not because one's getting a meal ticket. At least The Dad's company covers the bill so it's not really an issue when I go but it still bugs me when I'm there and I don't think I'll ever be bringing it up because:
1) Seems like a rude comparison to say to his face
2) He's being paid to analyze me and my problems, not his line of work and the morals therein
3) It's not like my time's unlimited or any less valuable than his, if he wants to talk he can pay me.
It's not that that would be a problem (the whole whore-like likeness thing) but I feel like I should send these people a memo something.
Have also apparently started to "invest in a wardrobe"... ?