I woke up today and came face to face with a spider.
I literally woke up, opened my eyes, and saw a black spider right in front of my nose, on the sheets. It was completely immobile, as if it had somehow sensed my awakening, and it was facing me with its little pincers like it was staring at me to see what I would do.
So…what did I do?
I squished it.
I mean, when I’m fully awake and going about my life, if I see a spider on me, or near me, or on something that’s near me, or like maybe even a few feet away from me, I’ll probably start violently and give a little breathless shriek. If I’m really feeling startled. And then I’ll hunt around for a ratty notebook to swat it with–it must be an old notebook because I can’t let the ones I actually use get smeared with spider juice–my mom just tells me to use tissues but, mom, are you aware that tissues are really thin and they’re really small when they’re folded thicker? And that that means I might come in contact with the spider if I miss and he/she scuttles up my arm? And if that happens I will scream? And possibly be scarred for life?
Anyway. If this had happened at any other time, I would have screamed, and then like, backflipped off the bed, but, as it happened today, I wasn’t scared at all. I just opened my eyes, saw the spider, smashed it flat with my hand (like the non-spider-fearing badass I am usually not), flicked its body off onto the floor, and just rolled over and continued sleeping.
I didn’t panic at all. It was almost like I was still dreaming so I wasn’t really aware of how scared I am of spiders, normally.
And that was the wonderful start to my day. Which just got kind of shitty because my parents are making us go to that boring resort place I went to a while ago (the one I said was basically a glorified version of American suburbia) for three whole days, and, like, no.
I’ll only have my phone for company there, so I won’t be able to write anything here (my phone spazzes out at the randomest things).
Anyway, moving on, it’s really hot here and I hate it because I can’t sleep well at night and the early brightness makes me wake up at the ungodly hours of four or five in the morning. Which. Dude. Not a good way to start the day when it makes me FALL ASLEEP AT MY DESK, with my face getting crease marks from the corners. I feel far more awake at night than during the daytime, which feels horribly uncomfortable.
Nothing much to say…oh wait. I was going to write a whole journal about the wickedly awesome stories Chinese history has (some of the people are amazing and get revenge on douche emperors and stuff, it’s awesome) but I’m not feeling very inspired, so maybe next time.
Have a good Friday, and stay safe.