My point is not that liking furry is bad (on the contrary, if liking furry were bad, that would make me a "bad" person); my point is there is no rational reason to like it, or not like it. Therefore, it is irrational.
I do not go around weighing most of my choices anymore than you have, but that's not the issue; if you look at the vast number of choices made by humanity, the vast number are irrational.
JFK once said, "We choose not to go to the moon because it is easy, but because it is hard." Rationally, we go nothing from going to the moon. Oh, sure, the space race gave us some tech we wouldn't have gotten to as quickly, but that wasn't the point. And it cost us; it takes a lot of money to go to the moon. That's measurable, not counting all the work, effort and emotional distress put into all those rockets. And people died getting there; okay, so most of the space program's deaths weren't actually directly related to the moon, but that was always the goal in mind. And for what? So a handful of men could bounce around and collect some rocks that could have been collected by robots if we really needed rocks, which, come to think of it, Earth really already has an abundant supply of.
But of course that's not what it was about. The point was to go to the effing moon, man. For no other reason than because it was a worthwhile thing in and of itself; there is no rational way to prove it was really, truly worth it.
Likewise, there is no rational way to prove furry is worthwhile. Rationality has no place in furry; whether you're a type I or type IV.
But you have just described irrationality.
My point is not that liking furry is bad (on the contrary, if liking furry were bad, that would make me a "bad" person); my point is there is no rational reason to like it, or not like it. Therefore, it is irrational.
I do not go around weighing most of my choices anymore than you have, but that's not the issue; if you look at the vast number of choices made by humanity, the vast number are irrational.
JFK once said, "We choose not to go to the moon because it is easy, but because it is hard." Rationally, we go nothing from going to the moon. Oh, sure, the space race gave us some tech we wouldn't have gotten to as quickly, but that wasn't the point. And it cost us; it takes a lot of money to go to the moon. That's measurable, not counting all the work, effort and emotional distress put into all those rockets. And people died getting there; okay, so most of the space program's deaths weren't actually directly related to the moon, but that was always the goal in mind. And for what? So a handful of men could bounce around and collect some rocks that could have been collected by robots if we really needed rocks, which, come to think of it, Earth really already has an abundant supply of.
But of course that's not what it was about. The point was to go to the effing moon, man. For no other reason than because it was a worthwhile thing in and of itself; there is no rational way to prove it was really, truly worth it.
Likewise, there is no rational way to prove furry is worthwhile. Rationality has no place in furry; whether you're a type I or type IV.
You just gotta believe in some things, man.