I always wanna be a strong person, but that doesn't mean I want these kinds of challenges!

In a previous blog, I mentioned that I had encountered a very large spider and it had left me with a lot of trauma, but that spider has returned.
The setting for this episode is outdoors, in a dimly lit concrete box covered in ivy. I have to stay in that concrete room for about 15 seconds, 2 to 5 times a day on Sundays, and it's notorious many kinds of bugs live in there.
I had a hard time with my work that day, and 15 seconds had passed already. And the fear of an insect encounter was growing within me. Fear is an interesting thing. I create an even more frightening worry for myself, thinking that maybeythere is a spider at the very back of the concrete room, and then I can't help but want to go and check it out, as if I want to experience that fear.
My face turns in that direction of its own accord, as if something is forcing me to do so.

The concrete wall has black holes in it at regular intervals
There is a one black circle in the strange position that seems to disrupt the regularity...
Yes, it was him...Big Spider was there...

It's such a convenient nightmare.
Most of the time, my exaggerated delusions of fear don't come true, so while I was scared that there might be a spider, I was also enjoying the fear and thought, "No way that can't be the case."
I guess this must be the punishment about that.

But the fear doesn't end there. I tried to sneak up to the exit so as not to upset the spider, but it just like bee atack on crying face!!* (Or spider in this case?)
There was a second funny pal there. A spider with terrifyingly long, thin, wire-like limbs and a round, beady body was attached to the ceiling near the exit. I've only ever seen spiders like this in Tim Burton movies.
The first and second most frightening types of spiders I have ever seen were all in one place. My hands lost the warmth, as if all the blood had been drained from them, and I couldn't stop trembling. I also felt like I had lost some of the wrinkles in my brain.

Ah, it was a disaster. But hell is just beginning. Japan's hot and humid summer has just begun.
I hope this blog section doesn't end up being filled with articles about spiders.

*A Japanese proverb.It refers to a bad situation getting even worse, like being stung by a bee while crying.

I've been keeping a diary since the beginning of this year, but it only lasted 8 days, so I'd like to write down here little by little as a condolence to them (the diary pages). Amen.
This time, from the 1/7 diary, "About Old Hug Syndrome (Note: In Japan, it is called "Kanashibari")"

2025/01/07
One night! I felt a large number of insects crawling inside my body, from my toes to my head, but I couldn't move my limbs at all. In other words, this is a 〝old hug syndrome"
Feeling disgusted, I try to somehow escape from this place by rolling to the side, but before I know it, I found my mother's strangely enlarged legs on either side of his body (Hallucinations probably due to Old Hag Syndrome), so I can't escape.
While I was doing this, my field of vision suddenly expanded even though I didn't open my eyes. There, there was a splendid blue Swiss sky. I got scared, so I summoned a naked man and woman dancing sexyly in the Swiss blue sky.
At that moment, the bondage was lifted.
I would like to tell everyone that this is the most efficient and sure way to break free from old hug syndrome.


P.S.
This is about the fifth time I've had Old Hug Syndrome. I've had many other creepy experiences, including the sensation of someone strangling my neck, but the strangest one was the first time.
That was around 3am one day.
It suddenly occurred when I was tired and sleeping on the hard flooring.
I couldn't move my body at all, and on top of that I didn't know how to breathe, so I was panicking when suddenly the beautiful and passionate tones of a violin began to echo in my ears. I almost panicked, but in the next moment, three strange bells that looked like they had been painted with fluorescent paint appeared in front of me, and they were ringing extremely loudly. It was funny how the bell looked like something from a horror house at an old amusement park, and it was a good memory for my first encounter with Old Hug Syndrome.

making pasta level ☆☆☆☆★
saving money power ☆☆☆☆☆

It was a year where I didn't belong anywhere. At this rate, I feel like I'll become a fictional existence! And all the money I had saved little by little this year just disappeared. Apparently, the system is such that everything is reset every year.
The worst part is that I'm no better at making pasta than before. I need to have the heart to love ingredients. But it was a good year where I got to interact with some great people. Dear friends and dear neighbors! thank you!

My grandfather's sermon in the hospital room, novice ice skating, and my hair being set on fire by a candle - this is how my year ends. Next year, I plan to improve the website even more and make the Borzoi stand on its own two legs. We hope to see you next year!

On September 1st, I suffered a huge trauma. As I was lazily mopping the black private toilet room while whistling, I felt something soft hit the mop. This is what happened at that moment (see video) As you can see in this video, a spider the size of a crab jumped out.I hadn't noticed the black spider in black room, so I was completely surprised when it suddenly appeared. It jumped out from the corner of the room and stuck to the wall, measures 30cm when you put your foot in it, and moves in a mysterious way reminiscent of a Tim Burton work. I'm the most afraid of spiders in the world, so I called out to many old women for help, but by the time I did that, they were gone.That day, I had to open nearly 200 doors for work, and every time I carefully feared the Big Spider 200 times, I started going crazy. As I was walking along the road, I jumped up, mistaking a bird that came out of the grass for a big spider, and in extreme cases, even a dachshund that suddenly came into my field of vision looked like a big spider and I couldn't help but scream.

One of the best habits: listening to The Caretaker on the way home after a night of drinking (even better if it's a quiet street!).
It will make your day complete.
The winding, deserted shopping street reminds me of Toontown (not the area in Disneyland, but the one depicted in the movie Who Framed Roger Rabbit), and the unchanging scenery along the elevated railway seems to go on forever! It makes you feel like you've slipped into the gap between reality and fantasy, and maybe it's almost heaven, yes.
Your mind and steps will be calm as you head to heaven, a smile will naturally form on your face, and your step will become light and bouncy. Now you've completed the look of a creepy drunk!