i have the most odd, but adorable fish. well, to me at least.
they cost a fortune, so they better be cute.
a whole 28 cents at walmart for my two golfish, beyonce and destiny's child.
when i first bought them they were the same size, but outta no where one got ten times the size of the other.
hinting why one is named beyonce, and the other destiny's child... we all know who is the hot shot singer now.
anyways, since fish are the only pet's i can afford, and barely keep alive right now, they're my babies. too bad i wait weeks to clean their bowl. they're filthy animals i tell you. filthy.
last night after i captured them in some cups, i dumped the water down the drain and then the gagging came. their water smelled like sewage. and yes, i could see their string like poo everywhere. i scrubbed, and rinsed, and scrubbed again with bowling water until that baby was crystal clear. the fish were reborn into their fish bowl, and all was well.
the longer i wait to clean that bowl, the more dreary my poor fish get. they always just lurk around and then there i am, checking on them every minute of the day to make sure they're not dead! but after they're given clear water and walls they can actually see through they're practically have seizures due to how happy they are. they hit the glass wall with their faces, thinking it's actual ocean water... they're doing flips in and out of their bowl, playing hide and seek behind they're coral, and having wild parties.
as i sat in bed, creeping on beyonce and destiny's child, i couldn't help then to get nerdy deep.
thinking about how much happier i am when i have no worries.. when my personal "fish bowl" is clean. i'm acting exactly like my ADD fish. happy, without a care, and running into walls. but when my so called fish bowl is dirty, i'm a total loser. being a bum, not doing anything or hanging out with anyone, and i'm eating ben and jerry's every night! this filth that i've allowed myself to slowly collect can start out as something so small. like stubbing my toe, burning my tongue on my burrito, spilling on my favorite shirt, and hitting my head on the wall.. all at the same time. and then it might lead up to slacking at school, gossiping, borrowing money and not returning the favor, or forgetting what a shower was. and if i let it get any more out of hand it slowly can turn into absolutely hating life. coming home from school, putting in a DVD, avoiding any text's or door bell rings, and calling it a night. don't act like none of you have purposly avoided doing anything with anyone. i know i have!
sometimes i let myself get in this rut for days, or sadly.. weeks! but the second i clean my fish bowl... life is good. i'm happy.
so for any of you swimming around in a filthy fish bowl, don't wait to clean it. the longer you wait the darker the walls get, the oxygen slowly disappears, and eventually you're alone.
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