Sunday, November 02, 2008
Imagine. You are at home. It is dawn, so all is dark. While you get awaken all of a sudden, everybody else remain asleep. You don’t turn on the lights to avoid interruption. You walk out to the kitchen bathroom in the dark. You’re not even fully awake. A moment later, you walk, still in the dark, back to your room.
Never did you think that something amazing was about to happen to you. Never did you think that you were about to get a form of wake-up call. You just walk on into your room, when, just as you’re about to enter through the doorway, and you’re landing your left foot onto the ground, you feel something soft just underneath your left big toe.
At the exact same time that your toe lands on that soft-surfaced object, you hear, “SPLAT!” or “SQUISH!” or something like it, you don’t quite recognise.
You wonder what it may be. Because it’s dark, and you don’t have your glasses on, it’s harder to see what it is. So, being less than half awake, you bend down, and with your right pointing finger, you lightly touch at the object. You don’t realise that it was a big mistake.
You don’t freak out just yet. You’re still wondering what it could be. So, only now do you turn on the light to see what the object is. You no longer care about disturbing others' sleep by turning on the light.
Having turned on the light, with your eyes still adjusting to the brightness, you bend down to have a closer look at the object.
Imagine. Slowly your eyes start to focus. Very, very, slowly you start to realise what the object actually was…………………………………………………………………………..
Well, guess what? Lying dead and somewhat on its side and almost flat on the ground is a roach!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You shriek extremely loudly as you scramble backwards & towards the bathroom to wash your feet. You’d just fricking killed a roach right there.
Now you’re fricking freaked out because it took you moments to even realise it.
You’re fricking irked at the fact that you squashed it with your bare foot, in fact, your bare TOE.
You’re fricking disgusted because you’re phobic enough just the way you are; what with past experiences with roaches flying about you, and even once, a roach collided with your right ear, when you were lucky enough that it hadn’t gone inside that ear.
You’re fricking fully awake now all because of what just happened.
You also woke your brother up with all the ear-piercing shrieks and noise. You stay away from the bedroom doorway and tell your brother to go have a look and then to get rid of it. And your brother doesn’t quite react, and says; “AT LEAST IT WAS EASY TO CATCH”
THAT was what happened to me on saturday morning.
How the heck could he say that!¬
He is suggesting that I would rather kill a roach by squashing it down with my bare toe, no less, w/o realising it, than see one crawling around and go through the torture of trying to chase after it & then finally kill it.
So I feel that that is plain ridiculous, because now I have to put up with fresh memories of my-experience-stepping-on-a-fricking-roach-with-my-bare-fricking-toe.
Come to think of it, when I'd touched it with my finger, it felt really very much like a date. As in the fruit. I hate that. I can't believe that's what came to mind. Now how'm I supposed to eat dates with roaches in mind? How? TELL ME HOW!!!??
Actually I wonder how anyone else would have reacted...........
4:44 pm and hani went off; embarrassed .
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