After publishing my first blog post I've experienced swells of anxiety. The past few days were filled with realizations of misspelled words, nightmares on phrasing, and so on. Deep breaths Paulina, it's going to be okay. For those who know me personally maybe you can sense my anxiety- probably, I don't doubt that. A sudden panic of, "OH NO! I NEED TO WRITE MORE NOW, WHAT DO I WRITE, WHAT DO I WRITE O.O" hit me and left me in a daze. So, if anything please bear with me as I continue with this blargh (yes, I do mean blargh...).
I thought it would be interesting to write small (and large) amusing occurrences that happen to me on a daily basis as a category in itself. I have to say I find myself in the strangest situations, doing irrational things without realizing it, humiliating things without intention or even just tripping, falling, flailing, you name it.
Today was no different.
I had the blissful opportunity to have some time to myself, an introvert's dream. I was finally able to start a novel I've been waiting read (Wuthering Heights by the way), reflect on the important questions of life in the shower (what am I eating for lunch?), sing as loud as I was able to without complaint from family around (but... apologies to the neighbors), and play the ukulele (mediocre at best). Along with all these activities I also cleaned up a bit. I was unloading the dishwashing machine that was adjacent to the sink (yes, we actually do use the dishwashing machine for more than storage).
As I was unloading the machine I saw a moderately sized chunky spider just under the counter scurrying around. I gave a loud shriek and remained frozen glaring at the thing. I'm. terrified. of. spiders. However, after a few years of living on my own, I'd manage enough courage to tackle down small/medium spiders (with lots of screaming involved no doubt). So, with a timorous heart, I quickly grabbed a paper towel and steadied my aim at the creature to bring it to smithereens.
SMUSH! A victorious grin came upon my face. Finally, Paulina the Spider Conqueror succeeded (that'll show him!). HOWEVER, for some reason I didn't think to throw the paper towel with the spider carcass in the trash can right away. Instead, I just left it on the counter near the sink and continued to put the clean dishes in their proper place.
When I was done unloading I went to go wash my hands. After, without any thought I grabbed the nearest paper towel next to me and began to dry my hands.
As I continued drying I slowly came to the realization that I was drying my hands with the very towel I used to kill the spider. I looked down and saw the blood of my enemy besmeared on my palms. I was mortified and shrieked once again (along with that crazy dance you do to get insects off of you). Alas, the spider had the last laugh, and now it's time for me to go bleach my hands.
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