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Furry and Otherkin misanthropy is Specieist

So your jaded but otherwise normal friend believes everyone in the world is worthless and stupid including himself; fair enough, he might even be right; god forbid asking him where he wants to go next with a philosophy like that, but still. If instead your pretentious but otherwise normal friend thinks he can excuse himself then all you're left with is to roll your eyes and look for a new friend. He's a jerk but you can't really call him out for anything besides being a jerk. Furries and Otherkin, meanwhile, have been known to take it a step further. They will not stop at misanthropy, nor at exempting themselves from misanthropic generalities. In fact they exempt themselves for a very peculiar reason: they do not identify themselves as human. From what they perceive to be a non-human vantage-point they feel more than qualified to harshly critique the human race. The best part is they usually demand to be taken seriously. So imagine what you would say to a real anthropomorph or otherwise nonhuman who would happily condemn the whole of your species to destruction and genocide for the sake of nature's fascinating but mindless automatons, and his own quaint, boring tribal existence. Or imagine you're black (if you aren't) and whitey has seen fit to remind you that ultimately your genetic predispositions inhibit you from ever being more than a subservient class. However you elect to respond to the one should be exactly suitable for the other. If you're not going to take these kind of people seriously than by all means laugh; they're hilarious... when they're powerless. But if you're going to take them seriously, take them personally; call them out for their bigotry. In the case of Otherkin and Furries you stand at least a chance of striking home, seeing as bigots and racists aren't anything those sorts of people ever suspect themselves to be. Intolerance is a famously bad word in their vocabulary, and it is of which they are eager to accuse their enemies. How they manage to ignore the blatant hypocrisy at work here, if it isn't a testament to the poo humankind is made of, certainly is evidence of our great imperfection.

Burnin' bridges

I'm not very good at keeping friends. Over the years I've lost touch with most all of the ones I had from childed, 'cause at the time I quite honestly preferred my solitude and videogames. But to lose three people I thought surely qualified as some of my best friends, over the space of just two years... well I hope I never get used to this feeling. Too fill everybody whose anybody whose reading this blarg in, for about the past four years I've been in touch with a small group of eight or so people around my age, over Skype. They're all incredible people, and it's been a privilege just to know them. They were always there for me when I was feelin' blue, like today, and they patiently put up with a lot of ungentlemanly behavior from me. But now it only feels like a few of us are left, despite the fact most of us are still around. Incredibly I don't believe this particular falling out was predominantly my fault, even if I doubtless played a big role. Even so, I'm the one whose been selfishly betrayed by the three people whose friendship I'd made the most investments in. When it came time to collect I was cheated my due, if you'll forgive such a vain parable. Friendship isn't just being there for someone when they're down and not any other time, and that's what those three forgot. For my part I've done far too much damage trying to make them see; damage that has proven to be irreparable. I'm not leaving; I still have some good friends there who I want to try harder to keep, so I guess it's not really burning bridges. Just... reducing my expectations to zero so that I'll always be pleasantly surprised by a certain few, for once.

Anyway, I wanted to let those few know that I'm sad, even if they aren't, and I still love them; really, truly, like brothers.

Sing da' song, children.