I definitely heard someone go into the bathroom. I called out to check if it was my roommate. She had just texted me she was at a friend's. So, who just entered. Why. How. Someone is in my bathroom. I don't want to use my laptop as a weapon. Luckily, Stiglitz and Atkinson wrote a big Public Lectures book. It's perfect. I step outside - all alert. Roommate - is it you, I call out again...and she answers casually.
I wonder if she finds my panic unfounded. I wonder if she is proud of me for thinking through things and being prepared with a nice weapon in decent time. I wonder if she thinks I am nuts. I wonder if I am nuts. Well, I think this gives me a fun story.
Also, it reminds me of when at my first apartment in the US, I had left the house, but had forgotten something. My dad was working from home. I run up the stairs with my 140 lbs body of those days, with my Punjabi heavy footsteps, running up carefree in my house. Only to find my dear daddy-o holding a weapon (I don't remember what he it was - perhaps a thick newspaper rolled up?), ready to hurt the possible perpetrator of his home. His first reaction (perhaps concealing his fear) was anger at how loud and scary and fast I had run upstairs. Haha, it was funny to me. But he was serious. Knowing him, I am sure he also found it funny at some point. But not immediately and not too visibly. It was cute to see my dad all freaked out and scared and then covering up and playing dad. I also used to do this thing where I would be ready to duck out from behind the wall each time he went to the bathroom at home. And he would legitimately get scared - I used to find it cute funny for a short while, and it would still make him laugh. But after a couple of times of seeing how truly scared he would get, I stopped doing it. I love and miss my daddy-o, and how he would laugh because it was his crazy daughter running pranks, despite his clear moments of fear for his life. I made my mom totally lol today over facetime (success!) - and she compared my humor to my dad's.
Love.
I wonder if she finds my panic unfounded. I wonder if she is proud of me for thinking through things and being prepared with a nice weapon in decent time. I wonder if she thinks I am nuts. I wonder if I am nuts. Well, I think this gives me a fun story.
Also, it reminds me of when at my first apartment in the US, I had left the house, but had forgotten something. My dad was working from home. I run up the stairs with my 140 lbs body of those days, with my Punjabi heavy footsteps, running up carefree in my house. Only to find my dear daddy-o holding a weapon (I don't remember what he it was - perhaps a thick newspaper rolled up?), ready to hurt the possible perpetrator of his home. His first reaction (perhaps concealing his fear) was anger at how loud and scary and fast I had run upstairs. Haha, it was funny to me. But he was serious. Knowing him, I am sure he also found it funny at some point. But not immediately and not too visibly. It was cute to see my dad all freaked out and scared and then covering up and playing dad. I also used to do this thing where I would be ready to duck out from behind the wall each time he went to the bathroom at home. And he would legitimately get scared - I used to find it cute funny for a short while, and it would still make him laugh. But after a couple of times of seeing how truly scared he would get, I stopped doing it. I love and miss my daddy-o, and how he would laugh because it was his crazy daughter running pranks, despite his clear moments of fear for his life. I made my mom totally lol today over facetime (success!) - and she compared my humor to my dad's.
Love.
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