Every once in a while I need a bit of a scare to keep me from getting far too complacent with my daily routine. After work, after getting off the train I was walking home thinking about all of the things I needed to do when I got back to my place. As I approached my building I opened my bag to fetch my keys. After pawing around my messenger bag pocket, I noticed that my keys weren’t there. I started fishing through my pants pockets, but they weren’t there either. I didn’t want to look all frantic while standing at the side of the road so I decided to just keep walking around my building as I searched my bag. I kept searching and walking but found nothing. Soon I was back at the main road, at which point I decided to just trek back to work. I figured that if my keys weren’t with me the next likely place would be at my desk. Of course, right? Thing is, it’s a 40 minute trip back. Unfortunately that long trip gave me enough time to let the fertile soil of my mind sprout various scenarios.
The ride back in was a bit rough. There was a delay along the east-west line so a lot of the ride was jerky. As a result of the uneven ride I was feeling a little bit queasy. The thought of me totally misplacing my keys was just compounding things. I’m supposed to be the responsible one with everything together, right? Yeah, I know that doesn’t exclude me from having mental lapses, but something this bad shouldn’t happen. I started imagining worst case scenarios. What if I’d dropped my keys somewhere such that someone could figure out where I lived? Yeah, impossible since there’s nothing to link the keys to a specific address, but what if? I was dreading the thought of having to call the manager to get me into my suite. I was dreading the thought of having to change all the locks. Doomsday! End of the world! All of this over-thinking actually made me physically sick. Yes, I know: over-reacting horribly.
Anyway, I did make it back to my desk. When I got there I was mildly disappointed to not see them on my desk. I opened the drawer and there they were. How the hell did they get in there? Seriously, a weight was lifted off my shoulders. Perhaps in a moment of quick celebration I stepped over to the nearby bar and downed a pint of Sapporo. I wandered around from there and ended up sitting in front of Toronto City Hall eating a poutine from the blue chip truck. I was kind of angry at myself for letting my emotional mind go a bit haywire. I mean, it’s all totally irrational. My mind was still a little bit muddled so I think I wanted to do something relaxing in a beautiful setting. Hence the fries in front of ever awesome city hall. From there I ended up wandering up Yonge observing random people going about their business, and observing them observing me.
Anyway, crisis was averted, and there was no harm done in the end. Still, that doesn’t excuse the fact that I was a little bit insane. I let my guard down. Don’t want it to happen again.
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