WhistlingBadger
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I am dealing with frustrating issues with my Himalayan tank--Beautiful fish that I hardly ever see, expensive and very cute frogs that keep disappearing--and I am realizing something about myself: I am a weird person, and I like weird things. Sometimes I wish I could just be satisfied with a semi-generic but well-put-together community tank with pretty, easy-to-source, inexpensive, durable, predictable fish.
But no. I have to build a Sumatran rice Paddy. Or a central Asian hillstream. Or an Orinoco flooded forest. Or a tiny badis/frog habitat. These things are difficult, and that makes them interesting. But I do get tired of difficult sometimes. A little easy would be nice, but not as fun.
It isn't just fish keeping. Sometimes, when I am carving a longbow in the garage, or practicing for hour after hour in the backyard, or watching yet another animal leave unscathed because I couldn't get quite close enough, I think about my friends who hunt with modern crossbows and electronic calls, who always seem to have full freezers and pretty antlers on the wall. The trouble is, I don't want to hunt that way; I like my primitive weapons. But a little success would be nice.
I don't use canned curriculums in my job; I make up everything myself. Usually I am successful at this, and I think my originality is one of the secrets of my success as a teacher. But it sure would be less work to let someone else steer the ship, as it were. It would definitely be more comfortable.
What is it about me that makes me want to do things the hard way, even though I know that doing so will limit my success? I don't know. It's part of who I am, something I value about myself. But it's hard.
No real point here, I guess, just a little counseling session with some fish buddies who might understand.
But no. I have to build a Sumatran rice Paddy. Or a central Asian hillstream. Or an Orinoco flooded forest. Or a tiny badis/frog habitat. These things are difficult, and that makes them interesting. But I do get tired of difficult sometimes. A little easy would be nice, but not as fun.
It isn't just fish keeping. Sometimes, when I am carving a longbow in the garage, or practicing for hour after hour in the backyard, or watching yet another animal leave unscathed because I couldn't get quite close enough, I think about my friends who hunt with modern crossbows and electronic calls, who always seem to have full freezers and pretty antlers on the wall. The trouble is, I don't want to hunt that way; I like my primitive weapons. But a little success would be nice.
I don't use canned curriculums in my job; I make up everything myself. Usually I am successful at this, and I think my originality is one of the secrets of my success as a teacher. But it sure would be less work to let someone else steer the ship, as it were. It would definitely be more comfortable.
What is it about me that makes me want to do things the hard way, even though I know that doing so will limit my success? I don't know. It's part of who I am, something I value about myself. But it's hard.
No real point here, I guess, just a little counseling session with some fish buddies who might understand.