http://likelippincott.blogspot.com/2010/09/920.html
I found it on my clothes today. I killed it. I was justified; it was invading my space after I clearly told it that I didn't like it, and I would only tolerate it if I didn't have to think of it if it stayed in its own space and I stayed in mine.
My opinion was clearly outlined. Why do I feel like a murderer?
When you write about something as having an identity, do you make it more of a thing? Are we defined by our definition?
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Poor dead spider. Poor guilty-feeling Robby. I swept out the area behind my door and with it the spiders as well. Now I feel better.
ReplyDeleteI think probably writing about something does give it more of an identity. Sometimes writing about something makes it appear in my dreams which is usually really strange.
Yeah. I got pretty worried right after I killed it and I wondered if I did the right thing.
ReplyDeleteScary, when you do something you know isn't wrong but you sure know it isn't right.
I'd be more worried if you didn't mind killing things.
ReplyDeleteHere, you two. You sound like you need this:
http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/2010/03/spiders-are-scary-its-okay-to-be-afraid.html
XD THE BEST!!!!
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