GET IT! HURRY!

My night gets crazier and humorous for my mom. I was kneeling at the edge of my bed filling out a deposit slip when I happen to look up to see a quarter shaped spider climbing up from my bed to the cieling. I FREAK OUT! Gasp for air as my body flings itself backwards away from the bed. It came from my bed. My bed. OMG! OMG!

I am fearful of spiders. Well, you probably already knew that from previous posts and the implicatures of the above. However, I stress to you yet again that I greatly dislike and am fearful of spiders. So, I go down stairs tell my mother and father who are sitting calmly on the couch what had happened. Niether one want to kill it. I say "well I can't do it. I'm not getting any where near that thing!" Mom responds, "well you better do something. See where it goes cause it may crawl back down on you when your sleeping." That comment gives me the chills yet again as I go back up stairs to see where the little booger crawled off to. I find it on the ceiling and stand their trying to figure out a plan on what to do. Leave it there, through a book up at the ceiling, get the vaccuum, etc., ect. My dad enters the room to save the day and releave me of this terrible creature that could bite me in the night ( visual and thought from mom). I tell him we should get the vaccum since its up on the ceiling but he grabs one of my shirts off the bed and starts swatting at it. OMG! WHAT WAS HE THINKING!?! I yell "No, don't do that." "why not? we have to get it off the ceiling." "NO! It'll just land back on my bed then we won't be able to find it." "He gets a little annoyed from my tone but continues swatting it until it falls... and where does it go? Yes, you've guessed it. On my bed! He thinks however that it got attached to the shirt and was snapping the shirt to lease it onto the floor but after a couple snaps of the shirt, no spider appeared. It was definetly on MY bed. He starts looking around and after a moment I decide to reach over and grab the pile of school books off the bed. Once I start to pick them up I see it move. I couldn't help but scream which scares the crap out of my dad and causes him to yell "where is it?" in an angry yet laughing tone. Angry that I screamed and scared him but laughing because to him it was the most ridiculous situation ever. I managed to yell "It's right there" but unable to point because my body is in some acute stage of shock. He responses with "I don't see it. where is it?" I say "Right there in the middle! Get it. Hurry!" He finally sees it and pinches it between some toilet paper.

When I went downstairs, I see mom crying from laughter on the couch because she heared all the commotion upstairs. I'm glad someone was amuzed by the spider cause I sure wasn't. But as I sat there on the couch I thought about the situation and how my positive politeness in asking dad to go up and please kill it had changed to me yelling out commands when we were in the act of finding and killing it. I don't talk to my dad in such a bald manner but I really wanted him to kill it and to hurry before it crawled out of sight again. Someone in class today mentioned that they use more of a bald tone when they want something to get accomplished and I think I related to them in a way tonight. However, I don't think I did it consciously. That is, I think I just wasn't thinking about my speech because my fear and anxiety took over causing me to have more of a direct, no non-sense or politeness tone.

What do you all think? Does that happen to you, where you change the way you speak consciously or unconsciously in certain contexts?