My Fish Story

My life happens to be random and strategic awkward moments. Many of them just happen to be far and few between and many of them happen because I think I can relate with other people and I later find out two things. 

1. I told everyone something which further pushes the fact I'm a fucking freak. And...

2. I had NOTHING to actually relate with.

Point and case, though I swear Diddly can account for more. It was an early breakfast and I heard three co-workers talking about things they did as kids. I also heard a couple of things their own kids are up to. 

This is when I had the bright idea to tell everyone about when I went fishing with my Dad. I thought because I caught the fish I would be able to keep it as a pet. The equivalent of Sea World in my own back yard.

Well, my Dad was tired from the fishing trip and left the fish in the ice box. I decided to dig a hole in the ground. Then I got MY fish and put it in the little pond I created. Feeling satisfied with giving my fish a new home. I began to go play other games. A few moments later and I check on my new fish pet. Instead of a happy fish in a mini pond. I found a fish near to death and flopping around.

I panicked and began to think I had to sadly end his life. So, I went into the kitchen and grabbed the first knif I could find. Then I went to the fish and began to muster the courage to end it's life. A couple of stabs with the knife later and the fish was still alive, I took the fish inside the house to go get my Dads help.

Now imagine waking up to a six year old with a knife, a fish, and covered in blood. 

Now imagine being 26 years old and telling other grown ass men the same story and hoping they could relate.