Spider In Shower
Tuesday: 2008.04.08
That morning, a furry large leg monster crawled up the shower curtain. It was the end of the world. I was already naked. I could do nothing else. I could only scream. If I was a girl. But it peaked its ugly head at the top, and I slapped it like a girl. Hey girl! Yeah. But it flew to the side of the inside shower wall. I had to slap it, again. Hit it with your bat. I mean, your arm. I mean, your hand. Hit it and run. Without clothes. I mean, just hit it. I hit it and it flew out of my special private cleanup recovery clinic (formally known as the shower). Later, I looked out. I saw the beast, again. On the ground, he laid. He was a monster. I flung my towel at him, like a whip, and it, you know. That was the last time that I heard from mr. monster, the nobody beast.

But I Am The Nobody Beast!

I am scared of everything. Just kidding. I mean, in a way, I am. We can talk about this, if you want. But I am not a girl. I am not gay. I am just challenged. And I may never see another huge spider again, physically. But I will continue to face little spiders, in another sense, forever. And I was thinking about that. I was thinking about who I was, once. I have been thinking about who I am becoming. It makes me wonder about so many things. It makes you wonder about a lot of things, too. The other day, the spider came to me, out of nowhere. It was a surprise. My heart started beating faster. I was not sure what to do. I was not sure what I was suppose to do. I could not think. I did not see it coming. But spiders come to me, everyday, actually. I may never tell you about all the spiders that come to me in the course of a day. I mean, I may swallow eight spiders, while sleeping, in the course of my life. But spiders creep up into the depths of my soul.

Spiders Are Crawling On Me, Daily!

There are so many bugs out there. They say that girls are bugs. They say that guys are bugs. And you are what you eat. But I mean, monsters are everywhere. Those animals are everywhere. I may not see them. You may be that bug. I may be a monster to you. The things I believe may be a deadly scorpion with a sting. There may be dark closets in my life. Santa Clause is probably going to come home tonight, for me. He will not cook me dinner. He will throw dust and coals on my head. He will set it on fire. Because I have been bad. Because I have been naughty. I was a spider. Spiders are on me. I am being a spider. I am becoming a spider. I am becoming stuck in the web. Not just the internet-web, but the web of death.

But Setup Spider Traps!

Wake up and plan. Live your dreams. Yeah, you know this. But I never have time to setup a plan for success. I understand that it is hard to follow your day planner. I know that it is tough to pray. Or to do whatever that you do. It is always tough to do anything. But life is all a big muscle. Any good doctor will tell you that. Work out the muscle of discipline. Because the spider will come into your shower life. His four hundred eyes will stare at you. He will see what you are doing in there. He will see what you are doing over there. He will see you. You better not run and hide. You better not shake your head. Spider is out there. Not the red and blue Spiderman. But the black Spiderman. That spider is out there. It is Halloween. It is the end of the world. There is not turning back. Life is coming to an end. Scream like a little girl. Everyday, the spider comes into your room. You pick up the broom and you throw something at him. Everyday, it is a surprise. But of course, the spider is coming. Plan for the spider.

The Spider Comes Everyday!
No Surprise! Duh!

I need to plan for the spiders in my life. Sometimes, I am the spider, the monster, the jerk, the loser, the man who gets lost on the bus, the man who is not nice to his team mates, the one who is not always honest, the soul that is not always using his gifts to his full potential, the heart who is not always encouraging others. I am the monster. I am. I will not pretend that I am not. I need to learn how to succeed. I need to ask for help. And we know that. And I am using simple words to say all this. I should rethink what I am writing. Ok. I am trying.


And that is it.
I was a spider. But I am being transformed into a butterfly because of the heart transplant by the best and only eternal doctor of destiny. And I am sure that you are turning into a butterfly, too. If not, then let me lead you to the tree, to the heart of renewal and rejuvenation. Life can be good. I am a butterfly.

BUTTERFLY over MONSTER

Yeah. I am turning into a butterfly, into an angel, into whatever that is best. I was a monster. But why do I feel like a monster? At times, I forget that I am not a monster anymore. But monsters, bugs, spiders, and other creeping things (creeping about the earth with many legs) are all popping into my life, every once in a while.


But I can fly like Peter Pan.
With the help from.
You know.