I love having flowers in my house. They make me sad, they are already dying. They will go yellow, brown and eventually you have to trow them out. I have never thrown out any flowers out that haven't gotten all moldy and generated a different fauna and flora inside their jar, i end up with an entire ecosystem of mold, rotting flowers, some insects and a lot of unidentifiable brown and black things, and that's not even the point where i think they have to go, when they stink, that's when i am ready to surrender their body to the all mighty trash Lord. Is not that i'm lazy to trow them out, i just hate endings.
It's worse when the flowers are a gift. I will keep them for ever, they see an old brown thing that was once a flower, i see something that i used to love. You can't trow things you love in the trash. More frequently then not, i dry some of them, i wish i could say that i remember where all the dried flowers that i have came from, but i don't, all i know is that i loved them all.
So, if you receive a flower, it's pretty, but it's a dying thing. So, plants? I hate receiving plants. Why would you want to give a living thing to someone to take care of? "Hey i like you, and the best way to demonstrate that is by giving you the responsibility to take care of this LIVING thing for eveeeeer." That is a type of commitment that you are not always sure that you want to have, it's important, once you have it, you are not going to kill it, on purpose, so it should be something that you are sure that you want, it's like a Christmas puppy, you want it for life so you better be sure that you are ready for the commitment. Is this a commitment phobia? Can you really extrapolate a defining dogma of your life with plants?
I am not ready to be defined by chlorophyll.
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