This time it’s true. My fish hate me. All of them.. The platys, the Congo tetras especially. And I don’t do well when somebody hates me. I end up acting in a way that reinforces why they hate me. I do a clumsy job of cleaning the algae. I either overfeed them or forget to feed them at all. I watch them while they would be prefer to be alone. I aquascape the aquarium with plants they find distasteful. If I confront them and say to them that it feels like everything I do for them is wrong, they look at me incredulously as if to say, “that’s a good observation because everything you do IS wrong,” which is not a boost for my confidence. I’m not sure what to do about this. How to remedy this situation. I’m at a loss.

About The Lost Pedestrian

In my wanderings throughout the moments/days/years, I try in earnest to find the mystical within the mundane and the mundane within the mystical, oftentimes confusing one from the other. I have wandered and roamed through many a city, many a town, in a state of wonder and bewilderment, without necessarily going anywhere. I am easily lost, but eventually found. (I am guessing you have just found me). My sincere hope is that you will find Something in this warehouse of thought, memory and false memory, words, numbers, tangents, murmurs, echoes (lots and lots of echoes), voices, dreams, and other paraphernalia.
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