Weird thing for flowers.
by , 02-19-2010 at 03:45 AM (1884 Views)
"Crunchy, rubbery and bitter, why did my dad just eat a leaf?"
Okay, I supose that won't go down in history, but it does point out that my dad just ate a leaf off the little bonsai tree he has. Totally random. Just downright weird.
Only now I'm tempted to try it, just as I'm curious...
I ate a flower for that reason. I felt bad afterwards because it was really pretty.
I don't like receiving flowers. They are useless and they die after a day. Of course, I like living plants, but they don't exactly go into a boquet. So I don't like flowers. They go on gravestones. People can bring me flowers then, at the moment they are too much a nuisance. Pretty much the same outlook my mum has. They are pretty, sometimes, but an egg with a smiley-face drawn on it is equally adorable. I don't like they way they smell.
I remember, I would've been three-ish, I was in the back yard and we had a lot of little yellow flowers. I was always told that bees get honey from flowers. So, naturally, being a little kid, I wanted honey. I picked a flower, observing the stem and the petals. I was sure it was neither of those, seeing as they weren't runny. I pulled the top of the flower off and found a liquid. That must've been the honey, even though it was white and thin, so I put some on my finger and ate it. Then I went into the house and told Mum that she lied to me. Nobody ever told me what that sappy stuff was.
When I was a lot younger in primary school, one of the big kids was handing out flowers and he gave me one. As much as I hate flowers for their dust-collecting, supposed-to-be gravestone dwelling properties, I liked it. So I hid it so nobody could take it from me. At the end of grade six I pulled a lump of mush out of my schoolbag and cried because I hurt the pretty flower.
And that is my life with flowers thus far.



