My Best Friend Karma

Goddamnit, I crushed my Karma. I am a very caring person and I always want my Karma to be stable, but today I kinda crushed it. I have to be very nice to my surroundings now, I guess. The thing is, I cleaned my room today. Honestly, I haven’t cleaned my room for about six hundred years, so it needed to be cleaned. Dust everywhere. People screaming. Children crying. Well, it was not that dramatic, but I, miss I-do-not-harm-animals-even-if-they-are-annoying-little-bugs, probably killed more than five spiders. In fact it was the vacuum cleaner who did it, but I am still to blame. And that’s stoopid, because yesterday I was just commanding my boyfriend NOT to kill the spider that was running around in my room. “Don’t kill it, just throw it out of the window!” We have that conversations more often, I have to say. Now the question is, why do I care so much for the lives of those hairy, scary creatures? I am scared of spiders. I do not like them. But for me, that’s no reason to kill them. I believe you must be a real coward to do that. I’m sorry, boys. Why does each and every guy kill bugs with the biggest smile ever on their faces? Is it a sort of, like, a hobby? That’s just insane, guys. Stop it. Stop it now. It’ll crush your Karmas, and yes, Karma is a bitch. She will not forgive you, unless you always behave like an angel and the only bad thing you do is killing bugs, which I doubt. You know, the thing with Karma is, that she really does what they say about her. It’s not some sort of made-up story. I once said “Karma’s a bitch” and I immediately tripped. It was just so odd that I had to believe in Karma, and that’s one of the reasons I don’t kill bugs. The other reason I’ve told before, I think only cowards kill bugs because they annoy them (like that’s a good reason. Come on.). But there’s a third reason. I am actually quite fascinated by spiders. They make the most amazing webs, it’s just artwork, especially when it’s rained and there are tiny drops of water in the webs. I know spiders don’t control rain, I’m not insane. But they work on each and every web for so long, and they use such a cool trick. I will be the fly in this role play.

Bzz. Bzzzz. BZZZZZZ. O-kay, I’ll stop, I know it annoys you, but hey, I’m a fly. I AM annoying. Wooh, I’m so tired of flying around like a maniac all day, let’s take a rest. Yay. There’s a place to rest me poor wings and get eaten. Let’s sit down. Hey, what’s wrong with this thing, it’s all shaky? Hmm, gorgeous creature staring at me. Hi gorgeous. Do you want to GET WITH ME?! Waaaaah.. No.. no! Do not eat me! DO NOT EAT ME! WAAAAAAAAAAAAH..

The end. That was weird, but I think I kinda dig that fly. We understand each other, you know? Well, I have to stop writing now, because my parents are begging me to shut down the computer and have a little snack. About this whole blog, you should probably not pay any attention to it, because I am superstitious. Like hell. Goodbye.