

I’m not really blaming anyone. It’s a complicated idea. I don’t expect every person to philosophize about the problem. Ultimately I’m just one person who gets uncomfortable when I consider what a pets life really is. It’s not a high priority to me and I don’t get preachy about it. There are more pressing issues in the world to me.
To your point of an “absolutely right way to live”, I agree, but my belief is that living things should ideally have the freedom to choose how they want to live rather than someone assert their personal opinion of the correct way to live. Pets however have absolutely no freedom to choose how to live. They don’t choose their owners nor the conditions they live in nor can they truly do anything about how they are treated.
The fact that they are (sometimes) happy makes it an easier pill to swallow except for the fact that their happiness comes largely from a variety of factors that limit their perspective. That’s not even considering the unknowable number of mistreated pets there are or innocent creatures that lived entire lives of misery and abuse due to uncaring owners.


It’s not totally clear in your story, but is “A” doing this just to mess with these guys or is it like a closeted gay thing? The first case is kinda messed up, but the second is more complicated. Either way, drugs, alcohol and partying makes everyone do stupid stuff. I pretty much always advise my friends not to take anything that happens at a club too seriously if they’re new to it. On its own, the idea of flirting with people and sharing your number while you’re seriously fucked up and then going “oh shit” and blocking them the next morning doesn’t seem especially cruel to me.