About the dead mouse behind my closet

Yes, I can't believe im posting a blog entry about a dead mouse, but uhumm I'm doing it. Ive not been online for ages and I actually feel like I'm doing this all over again...like I'm new on the internet or something... like this is the first time I've ever blogged... NOT! Hahaha! I'm just trying to recondition myself here.

Okay, back to the ridiculous dead mouse story...

I was cleaning up my room after about 48 years and tadaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh.... I saw a dead little mouse behind my closet. So here I go shriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!!!!!!!!!

"What's wrong?" It's my brother to the rescue.
Poker face. "A dead mouse, look." I said trying to look sheepish so he'd help me get rid of it.
"Oh please... You're not afraid of live mice." Yeah, my sheepish face didnt work. And he wasnt there to the rescue after all.
"Yeah but this is dead. Its different. Its creepier when its dead...And it stinks too..." I argued.
I think I saw my brother in an expression of wanting to erase his face or something.
"You're hopeless..." he said and took the dustpan and swept the dead mouse away.

Yay bro! And that's basically the story of the dead mouse.

What i'm trying to point out here is not the fact that I'm such a whiny little scaredy cat (I'm scared of even big dead spiders too) or that i hate dead mice. Truth is, I dunno why im writing about this. But its a simple scenario of my not-so-simple life that made so much impact on me. There are lessons to learn from a dead mouse. Lessons of courage. I know i shouldn't have shrieked. I could have swept it out myself and spared myself of being called hopeless and feeling like a total whining loser. And there's the realization that a dead mouse is kinda like spilt milk...its something not worth crying over (or in this case, shrieking over). And there's the other realization that yeah, I guess I really am hopeless sometimes. And that sometimes, my brother does little heroic acts I take for granted because I'm busy being self-centered and trying to be a hero myself.

Oh and yeah, I should be cleaning up my room more frequently.

Well, there's lots to learn from a dead mouse, indeed.