.... a cockroach flies into her back, she chucks it out the window, goes to wash her hands and then freaks out about the cockroach hitting her. A delayed reaction. How do you not get it?
So at the beginning of summer this year I was waiting for the bus to take me to my friend. I was bored, so I picked up this BEAUTIFUL flower and played "fortune, no fortune, fortune, no fortune".
Then I picked a really big flower petal from the flower. See, I like most animals. Even rats, centipedes and jellyfish. I don't judge an animal on how they look alone, or feel, of sound. But when you pick a flower petal, and it sticks to your skin, and you turn it around in your hand to see a horde of tiny spiders starting to crawl up your arm, all that logic and kindness flies out the window faster than Eminem can say "spaghetti". I didn't scream. I didn't cry or flail. I simply brushed the flower petals and their inhabitants off of my arm, and then walked over to the bust stop where the bus was slowing in.
It wasn't until five minutes into the busride that I shuddered and felt true terror wash over me. And, yes, I cried.
Then I picked a really big flower petal from the flower. See, I like most animals. Even rats, centipedes and jellyfish. I don't judge an animal on how they look alone, or feel, of sound. But when you pick a flower petal, and it sticks to your skin, and you turn it around in your hand to see a horde of tiny spiders starting to crawl up your arm, all that logic and kindness flies out the window faster than Eminem can say "spaghetti". I didn't scream. I didn't cry or flail. I simply brushed the flower petals and their inhabitants off of my arm, and then walked over to the bust stop where the bus was slowing in.
It wasn't until five minutes into the busride that I shuddered and felt true terror wash over me. And, yes, I cried.