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Forgive the vegetarians, but I remembered a story with food, however, in no way connected. But about the stones. And about love)))
Many years ago, a long dialogue took place with my girlfriend, which was based on downtime and understandable sadness sadness.
“I don’t understand the men,” I said almost sadly, almost an adult, lighting a cigarette. There was a girlfriend in front of me, behind the girlfriend’s back was a university porch.
“Yeah, and I, too,” Ksenia nodded, and also lit a cigarette.
“And I don’t understand the girls,” I added even more sadly, not giving the idea of ​​“no boyfriend - get a girl, and vice versa” to be voiced. However, now I could be wrong. “All men are goats, all women are bitches,” I shared with the old world, like a birch mushroom, a truth of a very dubious nature. - Here's what to do, Ksyusha? - the conversation smoothly turned into a typical babskiy talk, how to live on, what to wear and how to rinse off the steam without harm to the test.
“I don’t know,” it’s not that both of us were worried about the absence or presence of personal life, but it was worth it.
- Better get a dog! - the idea that dawned on me was brilliant. - Silent, the brain does not fuck, affectionate, understanding, just walk!
Actually on the word "walk" I faded again. “Or better a cat.”
- Why? - asked Ksyusha, also inspired by the idea of ​​replacing her personal life with a dog version. Purely platonic, I don’t need to give examples from the yellow press here.
- The cat does not need to walk! - the argument was murderous, and we fell silent, planting a view of the birch forest. But the beginning of thought was laid, and I went further in my absurdity.
- Butterflies!
- What butterflies ?!
- They are beautiful, they fly and are generally silent. And almost no need to feed.
Even to a shiver, the hating Lepidoptera Ksyusha was so impressed with the transition that she forgot about her hatred. However, her eyes widened noticeably. The conversation became more and more cheerful and pleasing to the brain.
“But when the butterflies die, they will fall off the ceiling.”
- Then the fish. They are also silent, absolutely! Feed and all once a week. (Why, at the dawn of a foggy news, we were so hungry for the partner’s silence, I have no idea. In my opinion, some citizens, on whom we once again laid eyes, carried our brains out)
- It’s better than a plant! They are even more convenient! Poured - and no problem. Well, sometimes transplanted. And they are silent.
At the thought of plants, I felt sad again. For the entire world flora in bulk.
- No, Ksyusha. Plants do not roll. Precisely because they eat, they don’t ask, and they are silent from the word "completely" - they will not survive from me. I just forget to water them. In general, I forget about them.
The death of plants was not included in our plans. Let it be purely hypothetical.
“Well, I don’t know then,” Ksyushpa shrugged, and we lit another one. And here, in fact, an even more ingenious idea struck me, which was much more ingenious than all the previous ones:
- PEELS!
- WHAT??? - Ksenia’s eyes widened completely.
- No, Ksenia, look! Well this is generally convenient and fun. And they are silent, and the brain does not fuck, and they don’t ask to eat, and they don’t die, and you don’t even need to water! He wiped it with a cloth, turned it from side to side - and good! They lie in a jar ....
- Listen, yes ...- Ksenia carefully worried about the idea. - But pebbles are a topic in general!
So a way was found out of all worldly-relational troubles.
And to be honest, many times recalling this conversation and this concept, I think that it was not so absurd. Pebbles - yes .... And you say, "there is a heart - eat stones." And who said pebbles are less sensitive than salad?