Serious Paranoia

So I was sitting there tonight, just wanting to close my eyes and let sleep overcome me. Unfortunately, I had several things to do. I needed to put a few things away, brush my teeth, etc. But I wasn't moving.
I looked over at Tyler and said, "I have a problem. I need to move but I am not motivated." He said, "What do you want me to do about it?" I didn't really have an answer so I didn't say anything for a moment. Then I looked over and I saw him staring at the ceiling above me. It was exactly that kind of look you get when you see a spider slowly descending on a strand of web. "Tyler," I said, my voice rising just a little. "What are you looking at?"
No response.
"Tyler, do you see a spider?" (I don't actually look up myself because I don't want to see how close the spider might be)
Still no response as he stares at the ceiling.
I start to edge away from my spot on the bed slowly so as not to disturb whatever may be lurking above and I say, "Tyler, really, what are you..." and then it dawns on me like some dummy that I apparently am. He wasn't looking at anything. He was pretending to see a spider because he thought it would motivate me. I can't believe I fell for it and only moments after I had prompted him. I am so gullible and apparently really afraid of spiders. So, I learned what motivates me today and I really hope that Tyler doesn't feel the need to use this method often. I feel like I lose several years of my life in fright each time. I have to give him serious genius marks for thinking up something so quickly that would motivate me. Very mean, but pure genius. Ask me sometime about the spider/vacuum story. I can't retell it here because it disturbs me so. Better yet, ask while Tyler is around; he never fails to laugh when I bring it up again.