Sanseverias + office settings = soul death. For some reason, I don't like sanseverias. I mean, I really dislike them. To the point where I resent that they're lumped in with the succulents I so dearly love.
Maybe it's because I associate them with office buildings. Maybe it's because they grace the outside of the law school with which I am associated and I can't help thinking how awesome it would look if there were cool succulent gardens planted there instead of those bleak watery rows of sanseverias.
Truth be told, I don’t even trust people who grow sanseverias. This is even less rational than my irrational-but-defensible-because-aesthetic-preferences-are-wildly-subjective dislike of sanseverias themselves. If I’m on eBay trying to decide whether to buy an agave celsii pup or a haworthia truncata seedling or some other little gem and I see that the seller’s other items are mostly sanseverias, I probably won't buy anything from him or her.
I feel guilty, too, for disliking sanseverias. What did sanseverias ever do to me? They just sit there plodding out their dull little existences. It's like disliking twine or gravel or some other bland, innocent object. Not really worth the effort. Am I alone in this?
Maybe it's because I associate them with office buildings. Maybe it's because they grace the outside of the law school with which I am associated and I can't help thinking how awesome it would look if there were cool succulent gardens planted there instead of those bleak watery rows of sanseverias.
Truth be told, I don’t even trust people who grow sanseverias. This is even less rational than my irrational-but-defensible-because-aesthetic-preferences-are-wildly-subjective dislike of sanseverias themselves. If I’m on eBay trying to decide whether to buy an agave celsii pup or a haworthia truncata seedling or some other little gem and I see that the seller’s other items are mostly sanseverias, I probably won't buy anything from him or her.
I feel guilty, too, for disliking sanseverias. What did sanseverias ever do to me? They just sit there plodding out their dull little existences. It's like disliking twine or gravel or some other bland, innocent object. Not really worth the effort. Am I alone in this?
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