What causes individual variation in what animals you like?

Submitted ⁨⁨1⁩ ⁨day⁩ ago⁩ by ⁨Elevator7009sAlt@lemmy.world⁩ to ⁨nostupidquestions@lemmy.world⁩

Okay, in certain cases this has an obvious answer. Former dog lover, one bit me, now I would rather they be happy and healthy far away from me. Direct bad experiences can ruin things for you.

But I’m wondering. I’ve never been hurt by a spider but I’m still scared of them. Meanwhile, other people absolutely love this type of critter. I like !snakes@lemmy.world. Why do I see them as cute; why am I not afraid? Danger does not really explain it, because both animals have species that can hurt people and that are harmless. There are probably folks who love mosquitoes and don’t like cats. Aside from “this animal has personally hurt me before,” I wonder what determines what causes some animals to fall in some people’s “good” bucket and others in their “bad.” Why some people like what others do not and vice versa. (Yes, personal preference, but I’m curious as to the reason behind these preferences.)

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whaleross@lemmy.world ⁨1⁩ ⁨day⁩ ago
Biological programming goes a long way.

It goes hand in paw with being instinctively scared of things that can potentially kill you and other species evolution with patterns and markings that make them less likely to become a succulent meal, Chinese or not.

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- InternetCitizen2@lemmy.world ⁨1⁩ ⁨day⁩ ago
  Democracy manifest.
  
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  - shani66@ani.social ⁨1⁩ ⁨day⁩ ago
    Evolution made manifest
    
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zaphodb2002@sh.itjust.works ⁨1⁩ ⁨day⁩ ago
Brains are often irrational. I have a deep distrust of the electric can opener; I’m always worried it will bite me or something. I have had this irrational fear since I was very young. I have no experience with anyone being harmed by an electric can opener and I’m unaware of any instances of them causing injuries, ever. I know, rationally, that there’s no danger. But fuck that thing.

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Mothra@mander.xyz ⁨20⁩ ⁨hours⁩ ago
I used to be pretty neutral about ticks and leeches. Then I had the privilege of becoming their target and now both stir as much hate from me as fleas and roaches do.

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snek_boi@lemmy.ml ⁨1⁩ ⁨day⁩ ago
I’m so glad you like !snakes@lemmy.world.

We have different thoughts and memories with different animals. We hear what people say and they can become our own thoughts. We live life and it becomes our own emotions.

Sometimes the memories take charge of the ship and we’re in for the ride. Sometimes our thoughts take charge of the ship and we’re in for the ride.

Mindfulness can help us choose, regardless of what our emotions or thoughts say or do.

If I had to choose one book to recommend, maybe check out How Emotions are Made, by Lisa Feldman Barret. Read it and you’ll have clear answers to your questions and more.

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Dagwood222@lemm.ee ⁨1⁩ ⁨day⁩ ago
What causes any kind of variation in people’s preferences? Some people think Angelina Jolie is the most beautiful actress ever, and others think she just looks weird.

For all you know, you were scared by a spider at a a very young age and you just don’t remember.

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scheep@lemmy.world ⁨1⁩ ⁨day⁩ ago
vibes man

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southsamurai@sh.itjust.works ⁨1⁩ ⁨day⁩ ago
Allergies.

I’m allergic to bee venom, so I developed a phobia of them after my second sting at about 5 years old.

It took me until my thirties to start working on the phobia.

I reached a point where I was able to encounter bees, wasps, and hornets without fleeing or freaking out. I even caught a bumblebee that got into the house a few weeks ago and released it. Well, me and my kid did, it got into a weird corner and it took both of us to get it captured without hurting it.

But, back in my early twenties, I once ran away from a bumblebee that was doing absolutely nothing, leaving my patient standing there confused.

Those two events encapsulate my bee experience perfectly lol.

As it stands, as long as a nest of hornets or wasps isn’t in my yard, I’m okay with them. In my yard, if there’s nobody willing to relocate them, they ded.

Other bees and bee like critters are all good, though I would call the beekeeper that I know if a hive set up shop in the yard because he has promised he’d do so. And I know him because he was a total bro when I randomly called him and explained I was working through a phobia, and could he help with a few things. Dude went so far above and beeyond it was crazy.

Not only did he bring out single bees for visits in those little queen boxes, he did so with it taking a half hour each way, and turned turn gas money. Then, once I was chill with holding the box, he bought a freaking suit that would fit my sasquatch ass, just so I could visit his hives. Said that since he had started lifting, it was an investment in his success in getting beefed up, but dude is all of 5’7, and even though he does lift regularly is still way smaller than me, and always will be.

Anyway, point is that it eventually got to the point that I could visit his hives without the suit, though not up close. way closer than I ever thought possible, because it was close enough that bees were in the air around us. And I had my epipen in hand. But still.

That’s tangential to what you actually asked, but I do view flying, stinging insects with a different emotion than anything else. Bumblers are as close to zero reaction as it gets because they’re just so chill. As long as I see them instead of them buzzing me before I can track them, I can sit and watch them.

Honey bees, it’s number based. Once there’s more than a few, I can’t track them all, so I tend to get nervous and exit the vicinity calmly.

Wasps and hornets, I do not fuck with. That clenching in my guts when they’re nearby is not ever going away, I don’t think. But, I don’t run screaming like a child any more.

But other than that, my likes and dislikes are fairly broad. Like, I don’t even hate roaches and mosquitoes, I just don’t want them around because of health risks. I can see the beauty in them, I can appreciate them without an “ugh” factor. Compare that to seeing up close pictures of hornets where, as much as I recognize their beauty, it’s a horrifying beauty.

Now, how much I like something is pretty damn arbitrary. I love tigers, but lions are just cool. Why? No fucking idea. I like reptiles, but it’s not an emotional thing. It’s “oh, cool, a snake. So, what were we talking about?”

Dogs and cats, I don’t even factor into this kind of thing because we’ve coevolved with both for so long that they’re part of us.

But, chickens. Fucking chickens! We have some now, and I love the things. Growing up, the chickens I knew were all food production. Small scale, a dozen or so layers that could be used as meat in a pinch, plus some being raised for meat. So they weren’t exactly socialized with humans. If you weren’t bringing them food, and weren’t bothering them, they DNGAF about you.

But, our first one was taken in young, as a sorta rescue. So he got socialized part way. Then we got a hen that was hand raised, and very young, and she very much enjoys being with her people, so she’s much more personable with humans in general. And even the half feral hen that has joined us is a delight in her own way, despite not wanting contact directly. They’re all dumber than dammit, and messy and loud, but that’s part of what’s great about them too.

Two years ago, at this point in 2023, if you told me that the best part of my evenings would be cuddling on my couch with a chicken, I would have assumed you were tripping balls. And if you told me I’d be willing to die for a chicken, I’d have told you you were an idiot. But here I am, perfectly willing to run into the yard and take off after a coyote because it was fucking with my rooster. Which, I forgot the damn shotgun as far as that goes, which is also a good indicator of exactly how upset I was. Ran right past the thing, broke a hinge on the door and was as close to running as I get. Had to spend two days in bed recovering from screwing up my back during it, but I’d still do it again.

I fucking love my chickens, and that love has spread to other chickens. The one feral rooster that runs around used to annoy the shit out of me, but now I look forward to him, my rooster, and the little bantam rooster at another house serenading everyone. When the ferals pay a visit, or the flock from the other nearby house that keeps birds get loose and show up, I’m watching and smiling, even if I don’t go join them.

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