They’re so full of ironies and contradictions I can’t help but think of them not as animals but as the very embodiment of annoyance. They’re not only parasites whose relationship with us is no different from a cuckoo bird to a pigeon, but a representation of what we could be if we forsook both our animal and civilized natures: the absolute worst parts of being a man, creature, and child. We look at them and see a fun house mirror reflection of what we could become. Humanity, stripped of the desire to improve, grow and create. Wholly rejecting civilization, yet demanding luxuries from it.
I see them as not really creatures but rather philosophical entities. I consider fluffies to be p-zombies, and to some extent anti-humans and anti-animals. We anthropomise everything, by putting different parts of animal and human nature together. Fluffies are frustratingly ironic: a wild creature that acts like a spoiled child, and an oversexed adult that considers itself worthy of your adoration. Their appearance is a trick: subconsciously, primally, I imagine the fluffy is so confident in its ability to fool you that it is content sacrificing the rest of its ability to survive. As one makes these connections in their minds, these hypocrisies and idiosyncrasies pile up, creating an array of insults to your intelligence that make fluffies very, very annoying.
I also don’t like comic relief creatures in media. So fluffies are a dive into “what if someone gave an entire species these cute traits… on purpose?” Because when you remove the cute veneer, your critical thinking snaps back and you recognize that a being who acts like a human toddler for the entirety of his life who takes advantage of every double standard there is as to never be held accountable for anything, so it can live in its own world where it always wins while everyone else grows as a person and suffers, becomes bloody infuriating. I know it’s very petty. But sometimes you just wanna be the bad guy.