OregonDeadThis is kinda great actually. Funny that she "trolled" you with fake fishing haha.
Great? My life was ruined because my mom didn't love me and you call that great? What kind of sick person are you? For me the fish were always on the other side of the water. I never got to catch one, pull it out, and have a conversation.
I wonder what I could have been, had I had the chance to meet a fish at that age. To listen and let it share it's wisdom of the great depths with me. To learn from it's travels of streams, ponds, rivers and lakes. To hear about the times it got away, and the people that let it go.
Oh to go back and be able to change the past. To finally experience life properly, and then be able to finish out what's left of my existence with no regrets.
IF only there was a way. If only.
I vow that if I ever have kids, they won't have to know the pain and sorrow I went through. They will have all the opportunities I never had. We will fish, and they will catch fish(Unless my kids are fucking hopeless morons in which they deserve the life of sadness and alcoholism that accompany the feelings of inadequacy sparked by their inability to catch a fish.)
It pains me deeply to think that when I'm on my death bed, all the places I've gone, people I've seen, and times I've smashed my head won't matter because they won't be enough to fill this void in my life.
And that's why I urge you. Grab a pole, and go fish. Fish while you can, take your kids out, take your dogs out, take everyone out fishing. Live a little and experience the joys I never had. Catch one for me, catch one for us all.