Undeniable proof that emotions are stupid
Sometimes I feel bad that I never gave my dogs middle names.
As far as first-world problems go, this is pretty high up there, but I genuinely can't see why this is bothering me to the extent that it is. Technically, they don't even have last names. It's just assumed that they have mine because I'm taking care of them, but the legal system doesn't really apply to dogs. I can call them whatever I want and no court is going to care.
I mean, I already have dozens of little nicknames and hypocorisms for each of them and the mutts shrug it off quicker than they shed hair. I call them by little pet names more often than their actual names, so the thought of giving them a formal middle name is, logically-speaking, pretty damn pointless. Still, it feels like I'm denying them something.
And I'm aware that I can easily just give them middle names right now and it wouldn't really make a difference. As long as they're getting food and love and exercise, they probably don't care at all what I call them. I've already renamed them after adopting them, so a name change wouldn't be anything new.
There's nothing stopping me from tagging on an extra name at this point in their life, except for this tiny meaningless emotion making me believe that renaming them so far after the initial opportunity is cheap and trivial. It would feel like changing your own middle name as an adult. It's like, you barely use it anyway, so why even bother? It's all just an exercise in pointlessness.
Sometimes I wonder if it makes me less than human to discount my emotions as often as I do, but it's moments like these that make me realize being a robot is not so bad
As far as first-world problems go, this is pretty high up there, but I genuinely can't see why this is bothering me to the extent that it is. Technically, they don't even have last names. It's just assumed that they have mine because I'm taking care of them, but the legal system doesn't really apply to dogs. I can call them whatever I want and no court is going to care.
I mean, I already have dozens of little nicknames and hypocorisms for each of them and the mutts shrug it off quicker than they shed hair. I call them by little pet names more often than their actual names, so the thought of giving them a formal middle name is, logically-speaking, pretty damn pointless. Still, it feels like I'm denying them something.
And I'm aware that I can easily just give them middle names right now and it wouldn't really make a difference. As long as they're getting food and love and exercise, they probably don't care at all what I call them. I've already renamed them after adopting them, so a name change wouldn't be anything new.
There's nothing stopping me from tagging on an extra name at this point in their life, except for this tiny meaningless emotion making me believe that renaming them so far after the initial opportunity is cheap and trivial. It would feel like changing your own middle name as an adult. It's like, you barely use it anyway, so why even bother? It's all just an exercise in pointlessness.
Sometimes I wonder if it makes me less than human to discount my emotions as often as I do, but it's moments like these that make me realize being a robot is not so bad
31-35, M
