I'm still thinking about the goldfish that the hotel put in my room last weekend.
The 3rd time it swam to the front of the bowl - when I walked into the room - I fell for it. Adorably ascending to the top of the bowl & peering up when I spoke to it, only cemented things. Even my Cat liked it (not as a snack)!
The front desk sounded sketchy when I called to ask what would happen to it the day after I left
I 'get' where marketing was going with the idea but it meant that at 5 am I was researching Customs to see if I could bring it over the border. Can't shake the sinking feeling = it's destiny ultimately involved porcelain
I have great faith in fools. My friends call it self-confidence.
Socially I'm indistinguishable from an introvert, an introvert who stops to talk to neighborhood cats, but for me the cats are sometimes people.
I talk to cats and... the birds. Just a few days ago I was walking in an open space/park and walked by a bird called a Say's Phoebe. It seems with birds, I usually say, 'Why hello there! How are you doing?' Most of them fly away then, so no further commentary....
And chipmunks, and marmots, and squirrels....
"...On and on and on and on he strode, far out over the sands, singing wildly to the sea, crying to greet the advent of the life that had cried to him." - James Joyce
Oh well when you start singing lyrics to people who don't care about it, that's what happens.
[Interviewer: "What was it like to be defined by being beautiful?"]
Connelly: "It's uncomfortable to talk about - there's no way to come off right! If you say you are beautiful, you sound obnoxious, and if you deny it, doesn't that sound obnoxious?"