Feeling: self-deprecating
Listening to: television
Reading/Watching: Lost

There is something severely wrong with me.

Today, when making copies of sheet music for my students, I realized I'd forgotten my wallet at home, and was incredibly embarrassed. The nice guy working behind the counter comforted me, saying I should just come back when I found it, and talk to him. He told me he was Larry, and smiled, and I thanked him and scampered off.

I ran home, picked up my wallet off the counter, and headed back to Kinko's. I used my credit card to finish making my copies, then went back to Larry and pulled out a ten dollar bill, saying I would pay for the previous copies and put the rest on a pre-paid card, so I'd never have that problem again.

He smiled again, and told me he'd just put all the money on a card, and wouldn't charge me for the other copies. "You seem like a very nice, honest person. And you're sweet."

And this is why something is wrong with me: I immediately interpreted his eye contact and smile as scary-stalker-code for "I'm going to follow you home and sniff in your underwear drawer while you're sleeping."

It's not so much that I don't believe people are nice... I just don't trust them to be nice to me. Especially if they're male, and I suspect them of flirting, in which case they are clearly weird and creepy and desperate.

I'm just... I'm dumb. I need to stop doing that. And I need to remember to bring my wallet.

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