I am an alcoholic
I want to get a seed and put it in a little clay pot and water it and fuss over it for weeks. Then when it grows into a sprout I’ll talk to it and make it listen to cool music. Once it blooms I’ll name it and take photos of it and gently wash its leaves. And then one night I’ll come home drunk and accidentally knock that plant over and crush it. Then I’ll cry and reminisce about all the time and love I’d poured into this little photosynthetic creature.
Then I’ll grow the fuck up and get over it because its just a stupid fucking plant.
I don’t even know why I’m pissed right now. Eh.