When I was little, whenever I saw a spider I would be like
And my parents, and sister would look at me like I was mad
And then tease me.
But as I got older, I’ve become better at dealing with them on my own
My sister on the other hand; whenever she gets on an airplane, or is anywhere not on the ground, she gets nervous. Real nervous.
I tease her A LOT. But then she’ll pull out that “Being afraid of heights is a legitimate fear. Whereas arachnophobia is not.”
And I just look at her like
Then our mum, or dad would take her side, and tell me that I should be more considerate towards her because she was with me. And I just sit there like…
Apparently years of my sister chasing me with dead spiders is loving consideration.