voiceoftreason
Why the long midface?
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Last week, I killed a spider that was in my bathroom. Normally it would just be a regular kill and then I'd be done with it but this one really got me thinking of why I actually killed it. What danger did it actually serve to me? Why was it in my bathroom of all places? I know the species of the spider I just killed, it was non-venomous and mainly kept to itself and the biggest reasons I could think of the spider being in my bathroom was to escape some birds or to hunt some mosquitoes that were around my house.
Then it dawned on me that the biggest reason I killed that spider was because it looked creepy, it looked dangerous. I sprayed bug spray on the spider and it didn't attack me but instead chose to run away and I still sprayed it anyways. It had no quarrel with me and it could have even been used to keep mosquitoes and other insects from entering my bathroom and yet I still killed it because it didn't look pleasing to my eyes.
It's funny how a large portion of the human psyche is dependent on what we see first then what we know, I'm pretty sure I was operating on the same mental capacity that a foid would operate on when encountering a truecel: "he has a creepy face therefore he wants to rape me".
This basic level of human comprehension is disgusting and dismissive of the individual regardless of whether they could benefit you.
It's funny how a philosophy that tells you how looks dictate everything helps you to see the good in things by not basing it on it's looks.
I wrote this post because I found a little jumping spider by the corner of my room today and I've decided to let it stick around. It's pretty much a win-win for the both of us: the spider gets to have a safe shelter to operate in while I don't have to worry about moths and ants during my sleep.
Also: JFL! I've become so desperate for female attention that I let a 2/10 arthropod stay in my house! I'm about to get cucked when spider-stacy gives birth to her hundreds of spiderlings from spider-chad in my room this spring! OOOVVVEEERRR!
Then it dawned on me that the biggest reason I killed that spider was because it looked creepy, it looked dangerous. I sprayed bug spray on the spider and it didn't attack me but instead chose to run away and I still sprayed it anyways. It had no quarrel with me and it could have even been used to keep mosquitoes and other insects from entering my bathroom and yet I still killed it because it didn't look pleasing to my eyes.
It's funny how a large portion of the human psyche is dependent on what we see first then what we know, I'm pretty sure I was operating on the same mental capacity that a foid would operate on when encountering a truecel: "he has a creepy face therefore he wants to rape me".
This basic level of human comprehension is disgusting and dismissive of the individual regardless of whether they could benefit you.
It's funny how a philosophy that tells you how looks dictate everything helps you to see the good in things by not basing it on it's looks.
I wrote this post because I found a little jumping spider by the corner of my room today and I've decided to let it stick around. It's pretty much a win-win for the both of us: the spider gets to have a safe shelter to operate in while I don't have to worry about moths and ants during my sleep.
Also: JFL! I've become so desperate for female attention that I let a 2/10 arthropod stay in my house! I'm about to get cucked when spider-stacy gives birth to her hundreds of spiderlings from spider-chad in my room this spring! OOOVVVEEERRR!