Mice and Other monsters
Yes, I saw a mouse where I spend a bunch of time last night. The smallest of smallest mice ever. While we were on the chairs freaking out, he/she was running around freaking out too. I get why little mouse dude was in a tizzy. We ARE giants compared to it. We are so big, we could smash it to smithereens with one foot. Just like that. I'd be terrified if something 100 times bigger than me was hovering around me. You too, right? But what the heck is MY problem? Why on earth am I afraid of such a little thing? It really cannot do anything to me. I know. But when I am confronted with mice or spiders, (look back at older posts, those guys are another whole story) my mind does this strange and creative thing. My mind sees it (mouse/spider) as something that could magically and instantly turn into a monster. A monster that's definitely after ME. That will stop at nothing to get me. To eat me. To torture me. To make me cry. To make me hurt. I am just sure