I killed my fish. I had it for a week and the kids I nanny for named it Love. I have killed Love.
I know now that I am completely selfish and resentful of anything that requires my attention. I killed the one pet that requires the least amount of care. A pet rock is actually one rung below a goldfsih but I was completely sure that having a fish would add to my apartment and instead my place reeks of death.
I am a little sad. It was creepy flushing it down the toilet and the bowl is just sitting next to my TV completely bare. Well not completely...I got a pet marble and put it in there.
About Me
- Sarah
- The title of my blog is in honor of a great writing teacher that I had who encouraged us not to "navel gaze" when we wrote our pieces. These blogs might be just that, navel gazing, but perhaps as humans when we look inward, we might see a bit more than just the lint that's collecting. Other than that, I am just a person trying to make sense of the world. Good luck, right?
No comments:
Post a Comment