Fish Bowl

Remember when we went through that phase? The one where we were obsessed with fish. We loved everything from their intricate colors, and delicate fins, to the fact that they lived behind glass. Our fascination stemming from the wonders of whether we were simple creatures being watched through glass walls ourselves, and that there could be something bigger out there, something watching whatever it is that is watching us watch fish. I loved the colors, and the creatures carelessness, I would sit and watch them swim for hours because nothing frightened them, or worried them. They weren't worried about grades, or how their best friend was ignoring you, they didn't have to deal with money or looking too fat. They were beautiful and simple, they had simple lives much unlike ours. I miss our fish shopping trips, the excitement we would get just from holding those cool, clear bags in our hands, and thinking up silly, or clever names on the way home. We would watch them adapt quickly to their new environment and we took care in feeding them everyday. Tonight I took a moment of silence before poring about ten thousand snails down the toilet... It was difficult to see them go. It was very difficult to get rid of my fish last month too, but I need the tank and the room and they deserve someone who will feed them everyday, much like I used to. I suppose the phase passed, as phases do, and I guess we both changed with it. Our own fish bowls became grungy, and we forgot to feed the creatures living inside them.


P.s. I kind of want hermit crabs...