One Living Life: Bluemoon - A Comparison and Contrast Essay

Monday, 9 May 2016

Bluemoon - A Comparison and Contrast Essay

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Being a bachelor is fun and the flavors of being single brings freedom un-paralleled to anything else in this world. It was one fine morning stroll when I decided to get someone else to live with in my small apartment. Perhaps, it could sway me away from my lonely moments. When I saw him, I felt he was so similar to me. Living in a small glass bowl, this someone else happened to be a blueish red fighter fish whose scales shone brightly with the morning sun rays falling on him at an angle. I knew we would be good friends and have a good time together. Fighter fishes love solitude, something which I was bored of at times but sometimes I did love being lonely and peaceful, with no one else to disturb around. So, I brought my friend, Bluemoon to my apartment and placed him at the center of my center-table.

 
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My apartment has a rectangular carpet area and Bluemoon was visible from anywhere in the room. He seemed a little curious in the beginning which is most normal for any living being. Aquarium stores do not take good care of their fishes. They just want to keep them alive until sold. Perhaps, it was going to be Bluemoon’s first tummy filling food serving. I got a few pellets and some dry worms for him. Google suggested me that kind of food was ubiquitous for fighter or betta fishes. But, Bluemoon wouldn’t touch any of the food floating above him. He just stared at them, made a few rounds around it and went back into the depths of his bowl. I wondered what was wrong but then I understood. Even I would perhaps take a similar course of action, if some stranger offered me a good dinner without any reason. We were yet to be friends. I decided to let him be alone at the table, switched off the lights and came out onto the balcony, giving him some solace to judge and have his dinner. He needed to turn off his suspicion and accept me as his good friend. As for me, I would perhaps be at ease if some stranger was not surveying me sharply and let me have my good food alone.
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When I came back in after a few minutes, I was not surprised to see all the floating bits of food gone away. Indeed, Bluemoon thought and felt like me. The food ordeal continued in a similar way for a few days, when I came across an article on the internet that described a unique character around Betta fishes. They rage and spread their fins when they meet someone alike. I tried the same with a mirror against Bluemoon and indeed he reflected back with rage and attacked the glass walls. It was something too different a behavior than I would ever have acted on meeting my other self. Of course, we were humans. We differ. But, as days passed on Bluemoon became less shy about his food with me around and now he feeds from my hands. When I pick up the toothpick with a dry worm stuck at the other end, Bluemoon breaks his sleep and comes near the surface to feed himself. Overall, me and my Bluemoon have a lot of similarities and we do spend some good time together every day. Solitude is what we love and we do get it even after being in company of each other.
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