#mylife...

I am never the exception to ANYTHING.

 

Except for, maybe, embarrassing stories.

 

I tend to have a few more than your average bear. These last two weeks have literally been Out. Of. Control.

 

So last Wednesday night I felt HORRIBLE. cramps from hades basically. I came home, put on my favorite crusty sweats, took off my bra (that's when you know you're in for good.) and started my dinner. I had just flopped down on the couch when I got a Facebook Message from a friend from high school. It said "Carlee I have a huge favor for you! Call me if you get this right now!"

So, I call him. Because I assume with a message like that someone is dying. Or already dead for all I know. He answers and tells me about how he is the Elders Quorum President and they have this stake activity tonight and he was in charge of setting everyone up. He said one kid's date bailed last minute and he was already there but didn't have a date.

 So I feel bad.

But the bra is off.

 and I have a ton of homework.

 So I say no.

and then I feel HORRIBLE so immediately I say yes. and then I'm roped into this awkward date thing with a boy I kind of know but not really.

 

So I go. and the boy turns out to be a-friend-of-a-friend-that-I-kind-of-dated. Weird, but whatever.. So I kind of know him but a lot has changed. We played a few games and then he said the friend that I kind of dated was coming. With his girlfriend. So, that was awkward. But I survived. Overall it was a good night. I got to see a ton of people from high school that I haven't seen yet so that was really fun.

Ten o'clock rolls around, and I'm tired so I leave. I drive home and the parking lot of my apartment complex is super full so I park further down than I usually do. I sit in my car for a second because it's warm and I don't want to get out. I get out and don't even think about where I'm going.

Muscle-memory is a real thing.

 I just walk up the stairs of the building that I park closest to, like always. I get to the third floor and open door E, just like always.

and then I stop.

Because on the table in the front room is a deer antler. What the french? What did my roommates brother do to our apartment? And then I see a boy sitting at the kitchen table eating dinner. And I say Hi. And I wonder who the heck he is and which of my roommates is hanging out with him. And then I see that the kitchen is slightly different and our heart wreath is gone from the door.

I check the door just to make sure it says E, and it does.

and then. after all this. It dawns on me. Maybe, just maybe. I am in the wrong apartment. and maybe that man isn't a friend of my roommates, but a neighbor of mine that actually lives in that apartment.

So I tell him that I'm in the wrong apartment, just in case he was just as confused as I was.

and then I run like the wind to my proper home.

So, that's my life. I'm not sure why all of these strange things happen to me, but they do. and I'm just learning to be grateful. Trust me, it's not easy.

 

Especially when a 50 year-old MAN gives you his number. And then you KINDLY explain that you are only 21 (Please tell me I don't look like I could be anywhere close to 50) and he says "That's fine, We can be friends."

 

No.

 

No we cannot.

 

Sorry this post is long. I just need someone else to suffer right along with me.

 

Here's to hoping this is the bottom, and it's all up from here. :)

 

xo,

Car