Alright, so I just posted a
poll feature of butterflies
and you know what I realized about butterflies? I hate them, I don't
like them one bit. They're pretty but upclose they're just creepy and
moth like. Now that sounds crazy right? No, absolutely not; I have a
serious phobia of moths. [that was my rationalization, I'm sure you're
still thinking
"okkkayyy crazy lady... but what's your problem?"]
No, that IS my problem. I don't have the "eww that's creepy" phobia of
moths, I have the OMFG I'M GOING TO DIE! phobia of moths because the
next three words are I CAN'T BREATHE! know why? because I'm absolutely
terrified and panic sets in and I have this sort of mini-break down
where everything itches and I feel like my body is being swarmed by
moths and OMFG I CAN'T DEAL WITH THIS!
Okay; we're going to stop
talking about that now because it's 3 am, there's about a trillion
goosebumps on my skin right now and I am freaked the hell out...
anyways, wanna know why I really hate butterflies? Butterflies haven't
really bothered me... actually that's a lie; one time I was at the
butterfly house and there was this really pretty [HOLY HELL! Did I just
pull my feet up off the ground while sitting on the couch out of fear
like there's some monster under there going to grab my ankles and eat
me? Yes, yes I did... no joke]... anyways - this really
pretty
gorgeous blue butterfly sitting on some beautiful flowers and I was
like oh, I'm gonna snap a picture of that little lady [because this is
the butterfly house, not house of 1,000 moths right?] so anyways picture
taken, la la la... well it landed on my arm [let's note that when
you're there they actually TELL you not to touch the butterflies because
well they're probably expensive and foreign and the 43 signs aren't
warning enough] anyways; it landed on my arm and then it closed it's
beastly horrid wings into MOTH WINGS!!!!!
I couldn't even handle myself, it was ON MY ARM and it was so close to
my face I started hyperventilating and crying right there. Swinging my
arm about like a psychotic woman trying to get it off me ['cause you
know, they told me not to touch them and I'm respectful]... so
anyways... pretty blue butterfly I later turned out is ACTUALLY A GIANT
MOTHER F-ING MOTH! from Brazil or something!
Okay; that's not why I hate butterflies, I'm sorry we'll get to this... anyhow so you know the
"more like this"
feature on deviation pages... well, let's just say those weren't all
butterflies! they were winged mothy little hell butterflies. And now
that I think more about it; I'm not fond of butterflies either. I think
they're pretty, but I don't like them... okay that's a lie, I love
butterflies... but they can't have that ominous mothy look about them.
They're evil.
Back to my butterfly house story; wanna know what
happened once I got a nice double dose of ativan and practically died
tried to walk back to the ferry where I passed out and woke up in my
warm cozy bed? [yeah... ativan and I... I'm 90 percent certain the main
reason it works well for me is 'cause I pass the fuck out and whatever
is bothering me is no longer important] but anywho... there was a
freaking MOTH IN MY PURSE!!!!! I accidentally stole a foreign moth! So
of course I kindly panicked again, and had the moth escorted back to where it belonged [away from me.]
Happy 3 am.
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