So I just want to give a funny story that happened while I’m “self-isolating” from the outside world. A week ago, I was opening my window and I found a gigantic brown spider hanging on the blinds. I freaked out and tried to kill it but the stupid thing was too fast and it crawled away.
It was at that moment; I feared for my life. I wasn’t the only one occupying my apartment during this lockdown. There’s a spider living with me.
And yesterday, I was in for a shock. When I woke up and got out of bed, I noticed some brown thing on my shirt. It was the brown spider. I literally jumped up and shook my shirt so that the spider falls off. The spider fell to the floor and quickly started crawling to getaway. I smashed the spider with my slipper, but I’m not sure if I got it because when I checked the bottom of my slipper, it didn’t look like the remains of a spider anymore. Oh well, just as long as I don’t see the spider again, I’m good. Some people would think I am heartless for killing an innocent spider who contributes to nature, and I know that. However, I am deathly afraid of spiders that it became a natural instinct for me to kill them. I’m not sure if I’ll get into heaven because I do that— we shall see!
I hope that story made you laugh or smile during this depressing time. However, I do want to point out something. At this moment in time, we are all spiders who are defenseless and doing what we can to survive, but our lives can easily be gone when someone steps on us. And in a blink of an eye, our lives can end whether due to an illness, the person who is outside not abiding by the “six feet apart” rule, or the (lack of) decisions by our own government. Do spiders care about their lives? I think they do more than us because I feel like we aren’t taking our health and the lives of others seriously.
No one asked for this.
I’ll be just fine
Pretending I’m not
I’m far from lonely
And it’s all that I’ve got