Captain's log, stardate 94813.4. It's been about two months since I started this new budding hobby and after posting and receiving help from many people on these forums I decided that it would be rather fun to turn all that into a journal! / journal string haha!(also sorry for the type o's I am dyslexic)
That aside some information on me! I am an Industrial Design major at PRATT Institute in Brooklyn NY.
And so it begins?
Well starting from the beginning I have been recovering from depression and finally was about at the point where I could comfortably take care of myself. On that note having grown up with cats and having grown up with them for most of my life I really wanted a furry companion. On that note I didn't feel that I was ready to take the next step to actually get a cat. There were lots of complications, not the right housing environment (not enough space), to me only benign home for a few hours each day. Some how I decided that keeping a fish would help prove to myself that I was capable of keeping a living creature. So I got a 5 gallon tank got it cycled, aquascaped, everything was ready, now I just need the fish. So I took the subway down to my local fish store.
I was trying to decide between a betta fish, a few guppies, or one fancy goldfish.(yes I know 5g is far too small for a goldfish however I was less informed then)
I literally spent two hours in the fish store looking at all the fish, talking with the employees, looking at all the fish, looking at the measly supply of bettas, again looking at the fish... I was hoping to walk in to the store and fall in love. Like many a fairytale falsehood that did not happen. Although my heart was fairly set on coming home with a betta. I had come in not wanting a CT, in my head they just looked very ragged, and to a degree very unhealthy. However upon looking at all the bettas: several sad veil tales , one giant, and a handful of depressed looking half moons, and one flamboyantly displaying crown tail. He was beautiful but he didn't make my heart sing, none of them really did. So cutting my losses I proceeded to spend the next hour staring at the bettas waiting for them to flair a little to see what they would truly look like. And I settled on one blue half moon boy.
Just my luck though someone else had their eye on him and his neighbor. Long story short the store workers decided if I wanted the fish I could have it since I had been there for two hours and the other person had only just walked in. However I saw this as a sign that it was not meant to be, and was happy enough for the other customer to have the fish, provided they went to a good home. Slightly discouraged I continued to stare at the betta rack. Apparently the staff were quite rustled that I didn't walk out with the first betta I picked and the manager came out to speak with me, we talked and he asked why I didn't want the gorgeous displaying crow tale. So I told him my reasons, and he nodded and told me that in a few days they would be getting in a new shipment. I thanked him and continued to roam the store looking at fish. About 15 min later I was back at the row of bettas.
I told my self when I walked into the shop that I was leaving with a fish and I was going to keep true to my own word!
And that is the story of how I brought the hyper aggressive betta fish now known as Michael home with me. "You may not like me, and I may not like you, but I think I can learn to love you." (Named him on the taxi ride back home)
All in all I think I'm rather head over heals for my silly little boy. Glad I took the chance.