Join Date: Jul 2011
Location: Aliso Viejo, California
I felt good after venting all that rage. I felt really good. I slipped into a state of relaxation and peace so deep, that I began to hallucinate. I was in the tank, nothing was right. Everything was wrong. A betta the size of the cosmos appeared from some giant fronds of java fern and spoke to me. I couldnt understand what he said, but all of a sudden I knew... this tank was going to change me. This was meant to heal me.
I woke up suddenly... throwing 2 cats and a kitten in far corners of the room. What was that... and epiphany? Some sort of endorphin induced dream? Perhaps someone had slipped acid into my beef stroganoff. I couldn't be sure. What I was sure of is that I still hated the tank. Once glance and I needed a shower. It dirtied me. I got in and pondered what had happened.
I've been getting cynical at the ripe old age of 19. Nothing is fun anymore. I take enjoyment out of almost nothing that all my other friends do. Was I becoming anti social? Hey Brandon!! Lets go to the club and get so wasted we wake up next ot a pair of tranny hookers we hope we didnt pay for!! No!! Wanna go play real life Mario Kart? No!! Wanna go race skateboards with fireworks strapped to the back? No! Wanna go to the mall? No! In my defense I've never liked that last one.
Naturally this makes me hate alot in life. Very few things still have that.. sparkle. Except Disney, but I wont delve into my overly creepy obsession with Disney. Perhaps this tank was meant to heal me. It was corny sounding. But it made sense. I often found therapeutic outlets in things like this.. Little projects. Normally they faded in an out, but already this hobby has stuck around longer than others. Perhaps this tank was going to be the one I hashed my life out in. Leading me to a peace bringing existance in the future.
Or maybe I just hated the tank, and wanted an excuse to like it. I guess we will see.