#meeeeeeh

OKAY, Imma hit y'all with some random ass Glee meta.

Back when I first watched Kurt's reaction to Pavarotti's death, I thought he was being a little more than extra. I say this, not because a dying pet doesn't hurt (it hurts A LOT), but because I thought it wasn't technically Kurt's bird, so how could he have gotten close enough to be this upset.

Basically, I took it as the writer's overdramatizing Kurt's reaction for being stereotypically gay. Yes, I just assume the writers/directors are bastards, since there was a lot of femme phobia and what not.

However, just recently it hit me that I've cried for animals on several occasions, some closer to me and other's I barely knew. I cried when my neighbor's cat was stuck in a tree for a few days (they got him out thankfully), I cried when my family and I lost a little kitten we found from the streets (he died, we buried him that night), I cried when my favorite little guy died a decade ago from old age, and just recently I found myself bawling my eyes out for a cat I've never know who died in Ukraine last week.

What's striking about American media, perhaps all entertainment is the lack of empathy for other animals outside humanity. Anytime you've seen a pet die in a sitcom, the mourner is treated as being dramatic, a pet dying is used as a gag, or completely dismissed unless we want some shock value.

Now I realize Kurt was the only one that gave Pavarotti the compassion he deserved. The only one that actually cared for him in those groups of kids. And I remember feeling how it seemed like they were humoring Kurt out of anything. (Free to interpretation, but that's how I saw it)

Kurt bore so much love for that little creature, and I know a part of it is because he was massively depressed (yah don't go from suicidal to just fine all because you have the bare minimum of a boyfriend - partners don't fix you - the poor boy didn't even see a therapist). And a part of that depression like I've seen other's say before me, was that Kurt saw himself in Pavarotti, a trapped bird with no where to go. Sure he's safe in Dalton now, he's being "taken" care of, but no one cares about him, no one cared about Pavarotti either. He died with only Kurt by his side. (And boy do I imagine Kurt blames himself for that too)

Thursday. Not tomorrow.