Things have been a bit hectic with the semester coming to a close and Christmas just around the corner (yay!). I needed to pick up some things from the store for a couple of gifts I wanted to finish up and wrap, so I invited Andrew to come along. He offered to drive and we climbed into the car.
He pulled out onto the main road and as I looked out the window, I noticed a tiny bug. I stiffened and stared at it for a moment. I needed to determine if it was outside the window, in which I could remain calm and content of my safety inside the car, or if it was inside the window where it could kill me.
We stopped at a red light. “There’s a bug on my window. I think it’s inside.” I said.
Andrew leaned over to look at it. “That’s outside. You’re fine.”
But as I looked closer, the more I could tell it was inside of the car. “No, it’s not.” I argued. “It’s inside.”
He rolled his eyes. “No, it’s not. See—“ he slowly reached over towards the bug to prove that it was outside, when he actually touched it and it fell somewhere ON ME.
I screamed at the top of my lungs and jiggled in my seat. I snapped my seatbelt off and looked all over for the little demon. I couldn’t find it. It’s in my hair, I thought and tears pricked my eyes. I scooted farther and farther off my seat and Andrew was trying to reassure me that I was fine and it was probably on the ground somewhere.
I remember talking but I don’t remember what I was saying, just that I was blubbering on and on about this stupid bug and at that point, crying hysterically. Tears were streaming down my face and I was yelling at him to pull over the car. I was sobbing, telling him over and over to pull over the car, I need out. I need out. I need out.
Exasperated at my tears, he pulled the car over on a side street and I jumped out. He came to my side of the car, looked around and found the bug. He flicked it out of the car. I slowly stopped crying and I tentatively got back in the car. We finished our Christmas shopping for the evening.
The moral of this story is that I am currently at an emotional level where a small bug can cause irrational hysteria. In other words, I am a mess. I need a break from school, from work, and I will be happy when finals week is over.