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- Dec 16, 2025
Hey, everyone.
So I bought a plant. Unfortunately I cannot describe it otherwise I'd be soft-exposing myself but, yeah, I bought one. I'm now dealing with this after-buy high but I hope it fades away quickly because, really, buying a plant should not make me this excited.
I didn't buy any dirt, the lovely lady just gave me the little dirt reservoir and with the half-grown plant and I was told to bring it back in a few months when it grows too big for the dirt volume initially provided. I think they were lesbians. Lovely lesbian ladies, they were indeed :')
That's all I've got to say. I thought getting into the hobby was going to be way harder but I guess you can just buy stuff. Also, everyone in the store was weirdly excited—I don't mean this is an insult, but a neutral observation: everyone was so nice, it's hard to see. A fellow client gave me a tip on this random plant I was buying—I could only assume he had one of these bad boys in his own home. One or two men would buy decently-sized dirt bags and carry them to their car. There is an investment, time-and-money-wise, to grow living beings. That was cool
What about going on an adventure? Pick a place or a thing to go see/experience, and do it. That could be a vacation thing, or an afternoon or weekend. Doesn't have to be a big thing - find a cheap place with tiny cabins in the remote woods and do 2 days with no connection to anyone or anything. Or go drive to your state's giant ball of string. Or try something you've never done before - snowshoeing, paddleboarding, a basic intro to wall-climbing, take an app for identifying bird calls into the woods and see what you hear, tour a cave. Or go see an orchestra or a new museum exhibit. Or find some book or site about " x things to do in [place] before you die" or "x place's hidden secrets" and do one or a couple. These are all short time commitments and you may actually feel meh about them (before during and after) but going a step beyond literally just going outside is more likely to engage your brain, and brains like engagement and are more likely to start forming excitement or interest with more stimulation. Or even just go (in warm months) to a farmer's or floral market and buy yourself some flowers for your dining table (or dresser, nightstand, mantel, whatever). Yes, whether you are man or woman; beautiful things are cheering, and some effort to get them has double benefit.
You reminded me of my interest in botany. Fuck, I love plants, but more like a concept. I did try to plant tomato seeds, I think—and those motherfuckers died in a matter of weeks.
Have you considered worm composting? You can allegedly do that in a small bucket under your kitchen sink and I've heard you can do vermiculture relatively smell-free even in a small apartment. It's something I'd wanted to go to a class on because I think it's an interesting concept and I want to get into gardening, I have a comfy little garden that I want to maximise the potential of.
I didn't buy any dirt, the lovely lady just gave me the little dirt reservoir and with the half-grown plant and I was told to bring it back in a few months when it grows too big for the dirt volume initially provided. I think they were lesbians. Lovely lesbian ladies, they were indeed :')
That's all I've got to say. I thought getting into the hobby was going to be way harder but I guess you can just buy stuff. Also, everyone in the store was weirdly excited—I don't mean this is an insult, but a neutral observation: everyone was so nice, it's hard to see. A fellow client gave me a tip on this random plant I was buying—I could only assume he had one of these bad boys in his own home. One or two men would buy decently-sized dirt bags and carry them to their car. There is an investment, time-and-money-wise, to grow living beings. That was cool
