Since Krunkaoke got shut down, I go to Rain every Wednesday. It's a gay club that does Karaoke on Wednesday nights. They have a good selection of songs, a cool light up stage, and a laid back attitude towards me including "nigga" in all of my songs. The downside is that I get hit on / groped by gay guys, but I can deal with it.
I get home at 1am and I check on my fish. They've had tail rot on and off for the past few months. I've put hundreds of dollars of medicine in the tank trying to fix them, as well as adjusting their food and cleaning the tank and doing more frequent water changes. When I moved to my new place they got a lot better, but have since gotten worse.
I noticed that one of the black tetras was doing really badly this morning. His fins had all but distenegrated and he couldn't swim properly. It was really sad - he was the only remaining fish from the first group that my friend gave me. It seems dumb to get attached to fish, but I really love them.
Now, twelve hours later, he's doing worse. He's been sucked up against the intake for the filter and doesn't have the strength to pull away from it. I nudge him with the net, but he gets sucked right up against it again. He's going to die.
With no chance of recovery, I put him in a plastic cup and walk over to the freezer. He can't keep himself upright, so he's lying on his side looking up at me with his little eye. I feel really bad... I'm about to kill him, and he has no idea. I'm sure all his fish brain knows is that I'm the guy who feeds him.
I put him in the freezer. It's the humane way of killing fish - as if killing things is humane. I lie down on my bed, which Evan is sitting on. She tries to console me, but I just want to stare into space and be alone. She leaves, and as soon as she's gone, I burst out crying.
I haven't cried in two years, not since I broke up with Katya. It's that same feeling, too, doing something you know is right but hurts the other person/fish (ok, I just smiled for the first time after writing that).
Then a friend who has cancer calls me with bad news. Suddenly the fish doesn't seem like such a big deal.
Well its the cycle of life dude. I had a 35centmeter Oscars, lived for 10+years , they used to eat from my hand, they could ring a bell if put in the tank, they would play with a ball in the tank, the smartest fish I ever heard of. When the first one died I gave it to the neighbours cat to eat, I couldnt watch though. Point is we are all on that way so dont fell bad, just know how preciouss is your time here and the way you treat others when they are alive.
PS: Get Oscars - Astronotus Ocelati
thanks for making me all sniffly this morning before i've even had coffee...
just think about the amazing party we'll be having when i'm better. hopefully it will involve karaoke and copious amounts of goodflow. mil besos.
Hey, I miss krunkaoke! I was just thinking about that the other day. I'll come watch you at Rain sometime soon!
Pfft a fish is not a very strong creature... Get a goldfish or better yet have your friend get you another fish.. then it's just as special.... Ohh or get a crab.. those are fun to watch.
That sucks man. When my last cat died I cried like a 4 year old girl for 2 days. He was my friend. Pets, even fish, ask for nothing, and give unconditional love. Just remember, "he's not really dead, as long as we remember him"
Wait a few weeks, cycle maybe 75% of your water, and then get fish 2.0, and pretend like the last fish was the new fish's brother.
My friend Jonah decided that he was going to break off his long standing relationship with the more common bills and use two dollar bills as the primary fodder in his wallet. I thought it was ingenious. Here's why:
I never like copying people's quirks, but this one is too good. I told him that I wanted to copy it, but whenever anyone remarked how cool it was, I would give him credit. He agreed.
I went to the bank yesterday and as I was leaving, I remembered that I wanted to get some deuces (oh, did I mention how cool all the nicknames are for them?). They had just gotten a shipment in, so I got my hands on a freshly minted stack of 100 sequentially numbered two dollar bills. Thanks for the idea, Jonah!
Originally posted on 27th Dec 2014 at 08:10 PM
I've finally gotten the courage to identify as gay. Now I'm going to come out of the closet. I come out of the closet and people are skeptical like last time. I assure them I'm 100% sure I'm gay. They're still skeptical.
I begin dating girls and I don't really show any signs of liking guys. My relationships with girls are way better than with my ex-boyfriend. I become even more confident that I'm 100% gay. I get involved in the gay community. I advocate against lesbian erasure. This goes on for about a decade.
After a painful breakup I meet this guy. He's quite good looking and he plays guitar. We become friends, but I notice he's flirting with me. At first I feel like this validates my lesbian identity. Then I realize I'm falling for him. We end up making out. I actually enjoy it. We decide to secretly date.
Later people find out. All my lesbian friends abandon me. Everyone that doubted me says "I told you so." I'm now known as the lesbian that fell in love with a man. People mention me whenever young girls try to come out. Some of those young girls develop HOCD like me.