Mood Diary: Metamorphosis

Metamorphosis is a story that stimulated most of my senses. Throughout the book I have noticed a theme of rottenness. From the food Gregor ate, to most of the people’s attitudes towards Gregor. From the way they were living, to the experiences they shared in the house. Everything just seemed rotten. The book produced a spoiled smell. Something like this:

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In addition to smell, my sense of hearing was also aroused. Well in this case it was just the opposite. Around Gregor, everything seemed quiet and depressing. The family whispered because they didn’t want Gregor to hear them. Gregor hid under the couch in silence so his sister can feed him. The mood did not seem lively at all, in fact it seemed dull and quiet (which reminds me of this picture).

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I have to admit, I HATE insects. They simply make me squirm. If I were to see Gregor I would probably run for my life. The reason I hate insects so much is due to a horrible experience I have had in the past. When I was 10 years old, I attended my sisters varsity basketball game in February. That facility had been the place where I used to attend summer camp. I knew my favorite swing set with the mini rock climbing wall stood in the back of the building. So, I went to the playground and headed up the rock wall. Once I climbed up the wall and entered the swing set, I noticed an enormous bee hive (at least the size of a basketball), and before I could jump out of that mini box, I was attacked by what felt like the entire nest. It was one of the most painful experiences I have had until this day. I ran back into the gym hysterically crying, and my mother, noticing my swollen body with all the stingers still inside, rushed me to the emergency room. In the ER I had 22 stingers plucked out of my body. 22! Up until this day, even the smallest insects make me squirm. Just imagine what happens when a bee flies by my ear. I definitely suffer from Apiphobia.

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(This photo makes me cringe.)


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