Twenty Goldfish

It all started when I decided I was responsible enough to care for a pet, and a. After three long weeks of wearing down my parents, I got a beautiful blue betta fish named Larry. I took notes with him, ate next to him, and fed him every day. Until one day I forgot, and by the next morning, he died within a day.

The fates of Jim, Carol, John, Jackson, and Bob were no different. I spent months trying to figure out what I did wrong. Why couldn’t I hold onto a simple goldfish for longer than a week or so? I simply couldn’t find it in me to commit to taking care of something for that long. I just couldn’t be bothered to sit there all day and do nothing. After all, there were books to be read, sports to be played, snacks to be eaten, and I simply forgot to take care of the fish.

Looking back at it all, I was not prepared for any of it. It just didn’t seem worth my time, even though I asked for it. And so, I gave up. I decided that I was, in fact, not ready for the responsibility of a pet. It only took 20 or more goldfish, betta fish, mini lobsters, shrimp, crayfish, and angelfish for me to figure it out.