k so i got home from a LONG ASS MOTHERFUCKING NIGHT of babysitting and its like 12:30 and i get in the shower and i go to shave my legs and i see a tiny fucking tick right under my knee, half-embedded in my skin. within two seconds of registering this, i'm on the floor of my shower, sobbing. like full-fledged breakdown.
i do not handle things like this well at all. i say i'm fine with animals/insects/etc because i really dont have any anxiety about them when i'm not around them, but if i do see one, i go apeshit
i.e. any spider
i.e. that one time neighborhood b was having a "mice problem" and i thought for some reason or another there were mice in my locker and i went home and showered similarly to this (what would later be known as a panic attack)
(classic baby mama sobbing that ---no exaggeration-- i just performed inadvertently in my own shower)
so back to my knee tick, after a good full two minutes of sobbing and helplessly contemplating how to rid myself of said tick, i gathered the strength to look back down at it and examine the situation further, when i realized it wasn't a tick. but rather, a small speck of silver spray paint that had gotten on me from an english project earlier that day.
and in keeping with this visual presentation, this is the reaction my family had to the sounds of me screaming/sobbing from my shower
ta-da!
fantastic blogging, right here
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