Ellie Potts
Fishaholic
For those who don't know, I'm a 16-year-old who grew up keeping fish in my dad's old tanks (he is a snake-keeping hobbyist) and have grown to love fish-keeping. I've recently gotten a lot deeper in the hobby due to a dreadful amount of time that COVID has gifted me, and I find myself pondering what the meaning of the hobby is.
I don't think it's just about the absurdity of cool animals existing contentedly in a glass box made to resemble their native habitat, or at least not to most. I think there's a deeper psychological aspect as to why we love fish keeping and as to what it means to each of us. For me, fish keeping gives me something that is completely in my control. It's something I can spend hours researching as a distraction from the craziness that is life, and, most importantly, it's a form of self-care.
My mother's been in chemotherapy for as long as I can remember and my father lives in London 75% of the time, an impressive 8-hour long flight from North Carolina. As one can imagine, this gives my twin sister and me a lot of freedom, but also a lot of responsibility. I often find myself battling depression and what feels like diagnosable loneliness, which has only gotten 1,000 times worse since the beginning of COVID. There is little incentive to get out of bed when going to school consists of lifting my laptop, and I'm somehow supposed to play sports via Zoom.
It's easy to curl up in a little ball of self-pity and hide from the world along with my responsibilities, but how could I do that when I have hornwort to trim and a water change scheduled this afternoon and fish to feed and a stupid cloud of brown algae and random snail eggs to exterminate and did I mention trimming hornwort? Fishkeeping gives me something that I not only have to do but something that I enjoy doing. It continues to be an incentive for me to get up, get moving, and do something useful with myself or at least something that makes me happy; it doesn't matter what state the world is in, I will never look at my Dwarf Gourami methodically building a nest and resist cracking a smile. I am incredibly grateful for the ability to partake in such a time-consuming and expensive hobby during times like these, as I'm not sure how I would get along without it.
This is just my story with the hobby, but one of my favorite things about fish-keeping is that everyone's story is different. What does fish keeping mean to you?
I don't think it's just about the absurdity of cool animals existing contentedly in a glass box made to resemble their native habitat, or at least not to most. I think there's a deeper psychological aspect as to why we love fish keeping and as to what it means to each of us. For me, fish keeping gives me something that is completely in my control. It's something I can spend hours researching as a distraction from the craziness that is life, and, most importantly, it's a form of self-care.
My mother's been in chemotherapy for as long as I can remember and my father lives in London 75% of the time, an impressive 8-hour long flight from North Carolina. As one can imagine, this gives my twin sister and me a lot of freedom, but also a lot of responsibility. I often find myself battling depression and what feels like diagnosable loneliness, which has only gotten 1,000 times worse since the beginning of COVID. There is little incentive to get out of bed when going to school consists of lifting my laptop, and I'm somehow supposed to play sports via Zoom.
It's easy to curl up in a little ball of self-pity and hide from the world along with my responsibilities, but how could I do that when I have hornwort to trim and a water change scheduled this afternoon and fish to feed and a stupid cloud of brown algae and random snail eggs to exterminate and did I mention trimming hornwort? Fishkeeping gives me something that I not only have to do but something that I enjoy doing. It continues to be an incentive for me to get up, get moving, and do something useful with myself or at least something that makes me happy; it doesn't matter what state the world is in, I will never look at my Dwarf Gourami methodically building a nest and resist cracking a smile. I am incredibly grateful for the ability to partake in such a time-consuming and expensive hobby during times like these, as I'm not sure how I would get along without it.
This is just my story with the hobby, but one of my favorite things about fish-keeping is that everyone's story is different. What does fish keeping mean to you?