I just got out of the shower, feeling a ton better. Today has been awful...this week has sucked, but today has been absolutely awful. I felt like such a virus, and after the crappy week it's been, and the way I've been trying to smile and be happy anyway, it just sucked. Holden Caulfield was so, so right - there is not peace in this world, just a ton of 'f- you' signs.
But I am okay. I got into the shower ready to cry, and then I saw this little spider on the ledge of the tub. He scared me a whole bunch - I almost lost my footing. He was missing a few legs, and he seemed a little disoriented. I was wondering what to do - should I smush him? get a baggie and take him outside?- when I remembered BMA. I used to get daddy long leggers in my shower all the time on frosh hall. I'm terrified of daddy long leggers. When I was a kid, my brothers would dangle them over my head, sometimes actually drop them on me, and they move so fast, and they just scare me so, so much. But at BMA, I didn't have the heart to kill them, so I just let them chill in a corner, far away from me. And I realized that we can live peaceably, the daddy long leggers and I, so long as we respect one another's space.
So I didn't kill the spider in the shower. I didn't move him, either; I'm pretty sure the cold would kill him. He stayed where he was, and I stayed where I was, and I watched him try to climb the shower wall while I shampooed my hair, and he made me laugh a whole bunch. I hope no one kills him. I'll be alone all weekend, and it makes me feel better to know that I have my own little family going on - me, my goldfish Gilbert, and now the shower spider.
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