I have a problem.
I have far too many hobbies.
I have steampunk, I have photography, I have writing (which is actually more of a lifestyle choice), I have painting, I have reading and now… I have Betta Fish collecting (commonly pronounced bay-ta but actually spelled b-e-t-t-a).
It all started a couple months ago.
A co-worker friend and I decided that we needed to bring life into our sad little cubicles, but babies were too high maintenance. That’s when she suggested getting a Betta fish. They’re easy to take care of and hard to kill. Perfect for our atmosphere.
So she got a fish and I got a fish and everyone thought it was funny, but a great idea. People love coming into our cubes and gazing at our Siamese fighting fish. And no, we do not put them in a bowl together and have after-hours mail room bare-knuckle fish fighting. We keep them in their own tanks and we love them. We love them a whole lot. So much, it might be unhealthy.
Anywho, the both of us being nerds we scoured the internet and every fish dealer in the DFW area to learn every single fact and opinion about Betta fish care. We are very close to becoming Betta fish experts. So I can add that to my list of accomplishments.
Well a week passed and we went to another pet store that happened to have an amazing selection of Bettas and she caved and bought another one. I decided that I would get things together to make a steampunk tank for my apartment and get another Betta once it was done.
Cut to last Friday. Another co-worker decided she was ready for a Betta at her desk so we all went to the aforementioned pet store with her. While she looked for the scariest fish she could find, I wandered around to the back of the store where a few more Betta’s were being stored.
And then I saw her.
A tiny little female crowntail Betta. She looked at me and gazed into my soul. And as I stood there staring back into her beady little fish eyes, I knew that we were meant to be together.
So what did I do? I bought her. I bought her and another tank and more decorations and I set up another aquarium at my desk.
I’m crazy. Just straight up, certifiably crazy. So crazy that I will probably buy the new Coldplay album coming out this week despite it’s pretentious title and the fact that I swore to never support Coldplay.
WTF is happening to me?
Thanks for reading! =)