Bauer flower power
Real flowers, like dogs, have always been one of life's little pleasures that I only really want to experience with my sense of sight. I have no particular yearning to own any of them nor to have any interaction with them involving my other four senses. "Oh look at the puppy. How cute." The key word there is "look." I stop at look. There is no need for me to take my relationship with that puppy any further. I have no desire to smell the dog, feel the dog, hear the dog, and naturally to taste the dog. I share much similar feelings with flowers. Flowers are beautiful in their natural state, and the ambience of a room with flowers perched on shelves and window sills is very appealing. However, flowers die in a couple of days if not properly cared for, which I am incapable of doing considering most of my attention is diverted to designing websites and planning Friendship Days. Therefore, once the carnations die, I now have, in lieu of flowers, wilting, crumbling pieces of death falling over the place. When that happens, my progression from just looking at the flowers now moves onto touching the flowers to pick up the mess they left behind and smelling the odor they are omitting. I do not like that progression. In fact, I have told past boyfriends and my new husband that I never want a bouquet of flowers but rather a bouquet of toilet paper or chocolate or season tickets to the Mets, for those items are practical and enjoyable to experience with other senses besides sight.
I took so long in the introduction to preface my opinion on flowers because my involvement in the decision-making process for flowers was rather brief and went a little something like this…
Mom: There will be __________ flowers in your bouquet and at the reception.
My participation was so short lived that I cannot even recall what types of flowers we had. However, they looked really beautiful next to all of our decorations and made our photos stand out. So, yeah, I am split. Pro-They look really nice. Con-They are another expense. You decide. I had no regrets mainly because someone else dealt with their lifeless petals.
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