You know, it may be the whole pregnancy depression funk I'm going through at the moment, but I'm getting zero fucking feeling from the old cherry blossoms. Now I usually find flowers as boring as all fuck. Pretty? Yes. Can we move along now? I'm not a gardener, I never will be despite my whole family having orgasms over a perfectly cut lawn or perfect row of pansies. (Ryota included) But cherry blossoms are pretty special because they are a barren, boring tree all year round and then for one week they just explode, and they are more than beautiful, how can they not be in all their pink sweetness. So cherry blossom time is the only time I really appreciate flowers properly. I always take photos and usually blow off something I should be doing to just go walk under the trees and get lost in all the petals. I think I cried when I saw the first blooms last year, just because there had been so much death and destruction and then finally the sign of new life and hope was starting. (And the fact that I'm an emotional dickhead who cries at pretty much anything...)
Of course there are always down sides to cherry blossoms, the hoards of people who ALL say the same fucking thing while snapping pictures with their phones a millimetre from the tree. "KIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!" It fucking drives me insane, but if you can't beat em, join em, I usually just join in the chorus of stupidity to fit in. But other than that, the blossoms bring a good atmosphere, people are outside, in the fresh air, and usually drinking some kind of alcoholic beverage to enhance the beauty of not only the trees, but the girl next to them who they may or may not end up shagging that night. Lovely.
This year? Not feeling it. It's cold for one thing, I don't want to freeze my tits off, it's supposed to be Spring, not a Winter revival, so I can't really feel it while I'm cold. And I just don't feel the same as I usually do... I guess this is because I feel crappy about myself, I can't find beauty in anything else either?? Amateur psychiatrists; go for your life!
In other self-image news, I've stopped eating dinner in a bid to curb my over-sized arse. It makes me as grumpy as fuck but it forces me to bed earlier so it's kind of working for me! I figure I have enough fat stored to last the rest of my pregnancy anyway...
So I hope you are getting more pleasure out of the cherry blossoms than me, I'll dust my camera off tomorrow and give it one more try!