Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No, it's a fucking horse!

Sometimes, you're drunk and happy. Hanging out with people you don't know but just click with, for that moment. You swear to grab a cup of coffee later on when sober, because really, why wouldn't you? There's always room for new friends, right! You get their names so you can add them on Facebook the next day.

Then comes the next day. You feel a little silly for making friends while drunk, mostly because it's such a stereotypical thing to do, but also, are they gonna think I'm desperate? Oh well, let's do it anyways! It's girls, at my age, that seem fun and happy.

So you sent friend requests and get positive answers. You scour through their facebook profiles and realise..

Horror. Shock. Sadness.

They're HORSE PERSONS. Right then and there, all hope of a future friendship dies. Whithers away like a wet soggy snowman in the fine rays of the spring sun. But you can't undo the friendship request because that would just be weird, especially since you work with them. So now you just have to put up with seeing them post pictures of horses all day long. See how their status updates is all about the stables. Manicuring horses. Brushing them. Oh, look here, it's running. Look! It's running! Also, on this picture? Running. This is one with me on the horse, blurred because it was moving around. Also? Going to the stables. There's a new horsie baby coming today! Sigh, gotta go to the vet with one of them. Sadles on sale! I wonder what I should name the next one? I'm SURE I could take care of seven horses and still have a dayjob. Here's a picture of a horse that is no longer among us, so sad. Look! Here's me standing next to a horse. Yes, the same horse that is in at least 82 pictures in one of the photo albums. The rest have other horses in them, duh. Gosh got muscle cramps in my ass from riding to long last sunday. It was magical out in the forests, on the horse. Look, a horse SHUT UP ALREADY!


I mean. Horses are cute. And kind of fun to watch when they're happy and curious, but they are in essence cute because they are animals. Pretty much all animals are cute. Because they are animals. At least everything that is classified as mammals or fish. But what is UP with these horse persons? Does it take up so much time that they have to be certifiably insane about the damn horses, otherwise they wouldn't be able to do it? I have never met any other kind of animal lover that is so obsessed with their interest as horse people. It's like, they cannot, I repeat, cannot not talk about horses, even though they know very well that the person sitting in front of them is not at all interested and would rather lock themselves in one of the dino cages than to listen to another story about some horse grazing in some field.

It's so sad. For me. Not for them. I sure they love what they're doing. But for me, horse lovers are impossible to hang out with. So sad. Yes, this scenario may be taken from the real world and yes, it's annoying. So I had to rant a little.