Ever
been in a fix where you forgot belongings of yours at people’s places,
be it at a friend, a lover from another mother, your in laws, that dude
you never want to see again… or just some random person you met the same
night? To words from the Dish… BAD HABIT!
I
was always in denial of this dangerous factor, but then it started
following me, leaving ripple effects at different places, that breaded a
different face and maybe a race in my case lol. Urrrgh.. And as much as
I try, I always seem to leave some form of evidence of me behind…
Demmital (DAM!)
Some might think I do it out of
purpose, when actually it’s done unknowingly – Yes I’m speaking to you
all who think I did it out of motive, when there was no motive to play
in the first stance. And how did I discover this bad habit of mine…
hmmm, well... let’s start at the very beginning... when I had just met
my ex…perfect example.
Right, lets see, it was
the night of my birthday, 02 June, 2007… or no, coming to think of it,
it occurred three months prior when he dropped me off at my friend
Wendy’s place (and I don’t even think we were official as yet). The
first piece of evidence I left in his car, the most important thing you
just never leave behind… your phone. Oh boy, was that a saga of
embarrassment, whilst my mates giggled there asses off… yes Wendy and
Xanthe`… ai ya ne, but it was funny… to us that is.
My
BF (just a friend at the time) found it quite amusing, and was
convinced I only did it because I wanted him to see him again hahahah
like really now… and that’s where it all started.
From there
on out, he always made sure that whenever I stepped out of his car, he
would double check and ensure I wouldn’t forget anything in his car lol…
tis was actually sweet and cute of him, but a habit I needed to buckle
and fix, without his help.
Five years later I
find myself committing the habbit again not too long ago, only to find
myself acting like a rabbit in aid of getting my things back. Well
actually I felt more be-barassed (embarrassed) for leaving traces behind
of myself… which just shows I would never have made the perfect
assassin even if I tried hehehe.
Back to the story at hand,
so yes, there I was trying to establish the value of my belongings,
whilst trying to make the individual understand it wasn’t done to lure
him back (but so it seemed), but merely to have my belongings safely
returned.
I guess deep down after the
misplacements of my belongings, it became more of a strife and battle
obtaining it, and that slight wonder if he still wanted to see me again
(which at this stage, I had know clues). In the same instance, it began
hindering my thoughts that should I receive my things, that this would
indefinite be our last meeting.
Let’s cut to
the chase, I eventually got my things, and I got to see him one last
time… knowing that this is the end, even though hope for some miracle
pinned me down for a split second. Why, maybe because I liked the dude
lol, and although we had a fair discussion to why all of the above had
occurred, my tupid mind still went pondering and wondering like a lost
cat who cant find his way, but instead the cat returns, expecting the
owner to appreciate him more… but that wasn’t the case.
Lesson
for the day… never leave your belongings at locations where you are
less likely to see it again, especially when it’s a situation where you
are not meant to see each other again, because it becomes a bigger
battle obtaining it from the time you forgot it there. Therefore always
look up, down, left and right and most importantly do a 360 degree
circumference walk about around the area you occupied, to ensure you
have all your things.
That’s all for today… hope I put a tinge of a grin on your faces today :)Happy Sunday.
