Sometimes, I wish I was a goldfish.
I could live a bowl, away from everyone. Someone would feed me when I needed to be feed. Someone would clean my house for me.
I would have the memory span of two minutes so I probably would not be frustrated with my brain and the thoughts which are housed there.
I wouldn't get to drink coffee. That would be a downside.
3 comments:
mmm, coffee!
boo no coffee
horray fish!
Silly Sarah - Dordt hasn't done it's job with you - don't you remember Dordt's "step into a larger world" poster with the fish bowl by the ocean. . .
Now, I know that fish can't step - but I think the moral of the story is that you aren't supposed to be in a bowl . . or that the ocean is the world . . er, um - or could it be to commit suicide by trying to breath saltwater as a freshwater fish . . .
I may need some help with this one.
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