Bugs watch out, those flowers want you
For the past few weeks I’ve been feeling blue. There’s just something about an approaching birthday that is terrifying for me. All those life questions keep me awake at night, like “What am I doing with my life? Am I happy? Should I do something else?” and I seriously consider switching careers and moving. My temper gets short and I bitch and moan constantly. It’s truly a miracle that anyone puts up with me. It’s especially annoying since I’m usually around people who are older than me. I’m feeling much better now that the birthday has past but I was a huge ball of pout when my friend not only decided to play video games instead of going to the Conservatory of Flowers with me, but he also failed to reschedule.
Anyway, I re-realized (as I do pretty much every month) that I like going out alone and I don’t need anyone to take me anywhere. I decided to go to the Chomp exhibit because waiting for someone else was a guarantee to missing it.
The conservatory was very humid and I was glad that I dressed in true SF style– I ended up taking off 3 layers. The carnivorous plant section smelled like minerals; it was faintly metallic. I’m fascinated by carnivorous plants, so it was fun to see them up close. The plants were well-fed, as I saw many dead insects in their clutches. The ceiling mounted fans slowly rotated which made the natural light flicker. After a short time in the hot, moist, flickering environment I felt a little nauseated so I moved on to the other exhibits.
The conservatory is worth visiting if you’re already at the park. I hope that the next time I go I won’t encounter any heavily perfumed persons. Lots of perfume + humidity + heat == omg I need to leave this place.
