When I first admitted I was a furry to my friends I was afraid they'd drop me... but their reaction was more, "we figured that out years ago, we were just waiting for you to feel comfortable telling us."
He dropped baggage that was gunna be worthless to him in the long run. Hanging out with normies who aren't down with furries is exhausting because I have to moderate every thought. It's depressing. Then you realize how you have to survival do it for 40+ hours a week and it's a no go for me.
Similar thing happened to me with a high-school friend, I admitted that I was a Furry and he started treating me lile shit and avoiding me, only coming around when he NEEDED somewhere to hang.
Unfortunately for him I had enough at one point and proceeded to gaslight him and destroy his life by being very nice to him and his girlfriend, too nice, like I bought them videogames and moved furniture for him.
And then I had a suicidal episode (it wasn't fake) and his girlfriend told me I should just succeed next time to get out of their hair and...
Ok maybe I wasn't in control of this, maybe I didnt want to lose a childhood friend who was abusing me...
They ghosted me after she told me to kms
