So, life had slowed down a bit and weird things had as well. No theft, auto accidents, had a lovely weekend with friends and then it went weird and bad. I blame myself, although I jokingly blamed an old friend from high school who had quipped "it isn't over yet" when I had stated what an awesome weekend I was having. I had a weird situation with a friend that I am still trying to come to terms with. I am chalking it up to "too much togetherness," but only time will tell.
Then, after crying most of the way back down to Indy, I get home and an uninvited person knocked on my door. It was creepy. Stalkerish. I hadn't spoken to this person in nearly 3 years. I hadn't planned on talking to him again. Email: blocked. Facebook: blocked. Address: changed. Not to avoid him, but it was a fringe benefit. How did he know I had just gotten home? He lives over 2 1/2 hours away. I had just driven from 2 1/2 hours from a different direction. How did he know what I drive? I am on my 2nd car since I have last had contact with him. Even more creepy, how the HELL did he know where I live?! I have only been in this place for about 2 months and you can't find me online. Sadly, when I had heard that he showed up at the his ex-girlfriend's house earlier in the week, I thought "thank God he doesn't know where I live." So, twice I jinxed myself in one week. It even prompted me and a friend to "google" myself and I couldn't locate my address in Indy. how did he find it?! I have my theories.
I didn't speak to him when I opened the door and the door wasn't open long enough for him to say anything either. It's hard to describe the feeling of seeing him there. It wasn't anger. I was astounded initially and thought "how dare he." But, as the night progressed, I realized how freaked out I was. Was he still out there? Was he watching? Has he been following me? Has he done this before? WHY would he do this? There are only so many times that you can have the same damn exhausting conversation. I thought I had the last one years ago. I guess in a way, it still has been years ago since we spoke!
All that night, I was on pins and needles. I kept expecting another knock at the door. I even was looking around the parking lot at work expecting him to show up. A full week and a day later, I hard knocking and it woke me from a dead sleep. I think it was across the street, but it sent chills. I laid there awake listening intently to see if it was at my door. I convinced myself it wasn't and tried to fall back to sleep. I didn't think it had that profound of an impact on me, but obviously it did. I wasn't going to write about it, but tonight, another knock at the door sent me into a tizzy. It was the pizza guy, but I was convinced it couldn't be because my cousin had just ordered it like 10 minutes before. Thankfully, it was the beloved pizza guy. No police needed to be called.
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