the collected absurdities of miss melissa bastian.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
This is my flower.
Her name is melbee. Each day I water her, and give her fertilizer, and make sure she's getting the proper amount of sunlight. In return, she smiles at me and grows. This brings me inordinate amounts of joy.
I visit her each morning and each night. After I water and feed her, I turn to my two (real) plants that live in the windowsill next to my desk, and tell them how well their little cousin the flower is doing.
Does that indicate any kind of emotional problem, do you think?