What is life? Are we all doomed to swim around in a stupid bowl all day, or do we actually mean something? I ask myself these questions on a daily basis. I can't really do anything about them, though. I don't have thumbs like the ugly creature that comes and provides me with food each morning. I also don't have legs, legs would be helpful. And lungs. Yes, if I had thumbs, legs, and lungs, I could definitely leave the glass dome and take over this household. But for now, I sit and wait, and let fate take it's course. I will be documenting my life discoveries here, though I don't think anyone would read this. Why would you want to know the philosophies of a fish?
Day 2
I am afraid. I am alone. There is nobody here for me now, not even the food provider. I'm not sure where he has gone, but I haven't been fed today. Maybe I've been forgotten like I was for so many years of my childhood. Maybe I'm just reliving my dark ant torturous past. I don't want to have to go through life alone anymore. Please come back, I'm hungry.
UPDATE: Rejoice, my friends, for the human has brought me my food! I have not been forgotten after all, well, only temporarily. I think there may be a new bond between this human and I, though I really wish he would stop tapping on the glass...
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Glub glub: a fish story
RandomI honestly have no idea why I wrote this. Or why you're reading it. Have fun
