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Guinea Pigs
Apr. 14th, 2009 05:25 pm,
(I'm just saying that maybe Not Having Friends was much easier because I didn't have to worry that I was being all clingy and Doing Everything Wrong and the only problems I had to worry about were mine.)
But enough of that.
In an attempt to get my mind onto a somewhat less depressing topic, I shall now babble on about some more of my family's pets- the guinea pigs, Teddy and George.
Our first guinea pig was named Spot. He was black and white and very friendly, and lived in a large cage in my little brother's room, which he enjoyed running around in when he wasn't playing outside, eating, or sleeping. I had been very skeptical of the idea of a guinea pig at the time- I suspected it would be like the class hampsters from school, spending all of its time as a sleeping lump of fur.
But Spot had personality. He eventually won me over when he learned to "wheek" at the top of his lungs whenever he heard the refridgerator open- hopefully, it was Carrot Time!
Spot died a few years ago, and was missed. Eventually, we decided that we did not have enough small furry things in our house, and so ended up with two more, Teddy and George. We're fairly sure that they're brothers, as they look almost identical and actually get along. They, too, have learned that an opening refridgerator could signal carrots.
(I really have no idea what to say. I haven't been in a real social situation comfortably for years and I don't think that people want to talk to me so when they do I say nothing because if I say anything I'm being pushy and overstepping boundaries and so no one talked to me anymore because I didn't start conversations and now that people are trying again I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO."
So I talk about my pets.
Online.
This really wasn't supposed to be an Angst Post. That tag is too big.)
(I'm just saying that maybe Not Having Friends was much easier because I didn't have to worry that I was being all clingy and Doing Everything Wrong and the only problems I had to worry about were mine.)
But enough of that.
In an attempt to get my mind onto a somewhat less depressing topic, I shall now babble on about some more of my family's pets- the guinea pigs, Teddy and George.
Our first guinea pig was named Spot. He was black and white and very friendly, and lived in a large cage in my little brother's room, which he enjoyed running around in when he wasn't playing outside, eating, or sleeping. I had been very skeptical of the idea of a guinea pig at the time- I suspected it would be like the class hampsters from school, spending all of its time as a sleeping lump of fur.
But Spot had personality. He eventually won me over when he learned to "wheek" at the top of his lungs whenever he heard the refridgerator open- hopefully, it was Carrot Time!
Spot died a few years ago, and was missed. Eventually, we decided that we did not have enough small furry things in our house, and so ended up with two more, Teddy and George. We're fairly sure that they're brothers, as they look almost identical and actually get along. They, too, have learned that an opening refridgerator could signal carrots.
(I really have no idea what to say. I haven't been in a real social situation comfortably for years and I don't think that people want to talk to me so when they do I say nothing because if I say anything I'm being pushy and overstepping boundaries and so no one talked to me anymore because I didn't start conversations and now that people are trying again I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO."
So I talk about my pets.
Online.
This really wasn't supposed to be an Angst Post. That tag is too big.)
