I obsess whenever I lose something. I mean, I seriously obsess. I cannot rest or relax until I find it….yes, it really is that bad.
When I lose something it makes me feel like my life is out of sorts, and I have to make it right. Today, I lost some of my shorts and albeit that may sound petty, I searched high and low for those darn things. I mean, I really searched. All I can hope now is that some miracle will happen and they will be revealed to me, jackie accidentally took them and has them at the apartment, they are mixed up with sheets/towels somewhere, or I’m just going to have to go to old navy and try to buy another pair like them. I’ll just keep praying they return back to my safe-keeping! I mean, they’re only shorts so they are either here at home SOMEWHERE or they are at the apartment. Those are the only places I’ve been so they have to be there.
Yes, I obsess when I lose things.
