More Morals

I talked yesterday about how I used to crave oatmeal as a kid when I couldn’t have any due to allergies, but because utterly bored with oatmeal (just typed that as “email” and then corrected it, thought you should know) when the allergy went away and I could eat all I wanted. I was thinking more about that, and decided fishing was similar.

Now, I wasn’t allergic to fishing by any means. However, when I was a kid, I was obsessed about the idea of going fishing. I bought a fishing pole, a tackle box, and all that. I even drooled over the ads for the Pocket Fisherman (god only knows why). However, I never went fishing. My parents hated fishing and never wanted to take me.

Now I couldn’t care less about fishing.

Did I finally get the opportunity and fish too much to the point I wasn’t interested any more? Did I lose interest once I could do it? No, I only tried it a couple times that I can remember…and I was utterly bored each time.

The first time, I didn’t catch anything. Just caught my line on some inanimate junk in the water once or twice. I fished from a dock up in Bellingham a couple times and caught the same bullhead over and over before tossing him back. Then I fished one more time where I only caught my line on some inanimate junk in the water once or twice. That’s all the fishing I ever did…and suddenly I wasn’t interested at all in it any more.

I don’t think I outgrew an interest in fishing. I just think I was never really interested in fishing and didn’t understand that until I tried it out and found out what fishing really was.

Some people really dig fishing. I do not.

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About David S. Atkinson

David S. Atkinson enjoys typing about himself in the third person, although he does not generally enjoy speaking in such a fashion. However, he is concerned about the Kierkegaard quote "Once you label me you negate me." He worries that if he attempts to define himself he will, in fact, nullify his existence...
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