Interesting Fish | Corinn Banks
Sadly enough, I've already forgotten the interesting thing that I wrote on my little 3x5 card. Well, it's not really sad, it's more pathetic. But I still have plenty of things to say.
So, you know how things go in the world--children usually have pets, like hamsters (I went through several of those), dogs (had a long-haired weiner dog for years), cats (did you know they can have mental handicaps?), and the occasional aquatic companion. And yet again, I went through several of those as well. You'd be surprised what fish can live through.
I won't lie--I love pets. They're the kind of friends that just sit and listen and don't tell you you're just overreacting about some stupid drama, and don't keep silence just because they don't want to hurt your feelings because they like the same person you do. I mean, seriously, they don't even know what the heck you're saying. It's just noise to them unless they hear their name, a key word such as "walk," "treat," or a loud tone in your voice that means they're in trouble.
Anyway, I had a pet Betta fish, or also known as the Siamese Fighting Fish. (It was neat to hold a mirror up to the little guy--he got all puffed up and aggressive!) For lack of a better name, I named him Fish. Well, maybe it was a lack of creativity and ambition, but he was stuck with it. I had these fish well into my high school years, and he was just kicking it in my room. I went to feed him one night before I went to sleep, and for some reason, he wasn't in his little jar. Vegetation was sparce since I placed only one or two fake plants in there, but I could tell he wasn't hiding behind them. I was too tired to really think about it, so I went to bed.
The next day I was searching for a pencil that fell between my bed and the table next to it. I found my little Fish, bone-dry and covered in dust bunnies and hairballs. He had committed suidice. I guess his mundane existence was just too boring for him. But when you really think about it, being a fish would be pretty boring....just floating around in a glass jar all day....it kind of makes me want to jump too!
So, you know how things go in the world--children usually have pets, like hamsters (I went through several of those), dogs (had a long-haired weiner dog for years), cats (did you know they can have mental handicaps?), and the occasional aquatic companion. And yet again, I went through several of those as well. You'd be surprised what fish can live through.
I won't lie--I love pets. They're the kind of friends that just sit and listen and don't tell you you're just overreacting about some stupid drama, and don't keep silence just because they don't want to hurt your feelings because they like the same person you do. I mean, seriously, they don't even know what the heck you're saying. It's just noise to them unless they hear their name, a key word such as "walk," "treat," or a loud tone in your voice that means they're in trouble.
Anyway, I had a pet Betta fish, or also known as the Siamese Fighting Fish. (It was neat to hold a mirror up to the little guy--he got all puffed up and aggressive!) For lack of a better name, I named him Fish. Well, maybe it was a lack of creativity and ambition, but he was stuck with it. I had these fish well into my high school years, and he was just kicking it in my room. I went to feed him one night before I went to sleep, and for some reason, he wasn't in his little jar. Vegetation was sparce since I placed only one or two fake plants in there, but I could tell he wasn't hiding behind them. I was too tired to really think about it, so I went to bed.
The next day I was searching for a pencil that fell between my bed and the table next to it. I found my little Fish, bone-dry and covered in dust bunnies and hairballs. He had committed suidice. I guess his mundane existence was just too boring for him. But when you really think about it, being a fish would be pretty boring....just floating around in a glass jar all day....it kind of makes me want to jump too!
Labels: Corinn Banks, interesting thing, introduction
posted by rinners06 | 11:33 AM
1 Comments:
I am sitting here giggling at your blog. I, too, had a pet fish (ok, it was my daughter's fish) named "Chocolate Cake With Marshmallows." That is what you get when you let a 5 year old name the fish. Anyhow, we went on vacation, had a friend feed the fish while we were gone, and came home to not the two fish we left in there (the other was "Strawberry Cake") but just one. My friend didn't know what happened to the fish either. We thought Strawberry Cake was a naughty fish and ate Chocolate Cake With Marshmallows. Then a few days later I was cleaning and found his poor little body all dried up like your Fish, and realized he committed suicide too. Or maybe, you never know, maybe Strawberry Cake was jealous and pushed out Chocolate Cake With Marshmallows.
Ok, I didn't mean to keep writing so much, but your great introduction blog got my mind wandering.
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